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My Entry for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt

This Week’s Prompt: PURPLE MOON

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Denise rocked back and forth with her arms wrapped around her wailing son, Miles. She made a soft shushing sound that usually got him to calm down; but today, it was taking a little longer.

Earlier that day, they’d driven to a small but very lush green park for one of their regular Sunday picnics. The seven-year-old was enjoying the cool breeze, warm sunshine and his favourite cheese sandwiches; his parents were content. But soon enough, just as Denise foresaw, he got bored of just chasing butterflies and demanded to play with his toy cars (she’d brought them in her handbag).

The real trouble began only when some other children in the vicinity started running around very noisily, playing with a frisbee. It triggered Miles, who, up till then was lining up a dozen colourful miniature cars on the picnic sheet. He began shouting, covering his ears and shaking his head, moving so much that he displaced all of his perfectly-lined cars. He wanted the commotion to stop, and it did: the children had turned to look at him—for he acted quite differently from them—before the adults in charge led them away with an apologetic look.

The boy was clearly overwhelmed and didn’t know how to manage his emotions. He screamed unintelligible things as his mother gently pulled him into her chest. Her constant stroking and soothing whispering somehow finally put a stop to his tears.

“You OK, hon?” she said; Miles sniffed in reply. “Cupcake?”

At the mention of the dessert, a smile crept onto his tear-stained face. He eagerly accepted the vanilla-frosted cupcake and ate it happily, as though nothing had happened at all. He then went on to recite his favourite fruit, animal, food and a host of other things.

“…and my favourite colour is purple!”

“Really?” asked his dad, Jack. “You said orange yesterday.”

“No, purple! ‘Cause Mommy said it’s a special colour.”

Jack and Denise exchanged a look. He was referring to the conversation they’d had a few days ago:

Miles had asked a question out of the blue—“Mom, why do I have to go to a different school?”

To that she’d replied slowly, choosing the right kind of words: “Sometimes, Miles, you find kids that are very special and rare, like a purple moon—you’re one of them. So you get to go to a special school where you can all help each other and learn new things!”

“Cool, I’m a purple moon!”

“Yes, you are,” said Denise, laughing. “But remember, that means you can be whatever you want, no matter how different you are from the rest. OK?”

“Mhm, gotcha Mom.”

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An aspiring writer, among many other things. Loves crafting memorable, heartwarming slice-of-life stories. Enjoys creating magical, fantastical adventures for readers to immerse themselves in!

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