The Moonlight Steals My Mother’s Love

This story appeared in Ovunque Siamo Theresa Bellone — OVUNQUE SIAMO (ovunquesiamoweb.com)

There wasn’t a creature in my closet, a ghost in the attic or a clown under my bed. My childhood monster had wild black hair adorned with a silver barrette, a pointed chin that met pouty lips, and long skinny fingers trimmed with red fingernails, and she was screwing my father. Each time she opened her mouth to kiss him, she stole light from my mother’s life. Each night my mother howled out her bedroom window beckoning for my father to return, she lost another bit of herself…