A Reason for the Moon to Return

Prompted flash fiction: a shoe, a cricket, a bedroom

Vernon didn’t see the cricket coming. He’d figured he’d while away the lonesome lockdown hours teaching himself to pick a banjo, so he swept the faded floorboards in his bedroom, faced a wooden chair to the window, and set to. It was slow going at first but Vernon didn’t mind, he didn’t want to teach himself any bad habits and he knew he could learn to …