wolflover3998

The boy on the moon For years you had seen the boy fishing, sitting by himself. You pitied him for his solitude, though you understood it. You had never had anyone who needed you. You'd sat on the roof of you're foster house for years looking and watching him. He had never done anything but look at his line, all through out the night. He sat on the moon, fishing pole in hand. He never caught anything but every crescent moon he came back to his spot, and fished. Since the day you got to your foster home you'd been watching him. Always curious as to what he fished for. Surely there weren't fish. So what did he fish for? Only now has that answ