Moon -5minutefreewrite

Smoky clouds. There the moon peaks. It whispers, "I'm kind and soft and make you crazy."

Partridge, who hates her name, points at it. She uses her thumb, at arms length, to make it eclipse. Bam.

A pigeon falls from the sky. It lies there, at her feet, still alive. Blinking, but still. It's feet slowly wave in the air.

Partridge, who hates her name, squats beside it, curious but wary. She slowly reaches towards it. She pauses. She reaches into her pocket instead. There, the bread bag from the whole loaf of bread she found in the bakery dumpster becomes a makeshift glove. She reaches her newly gloved hand towards the pigeon. It blinks. She sets it on its feet. It hops. It flies.

The moon shouts, "I'm mean and hard and I calm you."