Sometime in the future there existed a dead town on the surface of the dark-side of the moon, the side that no one could see in day-time. The town had no inhabitants save for a single woman who remained there beyond her dead folk. She sat in her small glass-domed house, staring into space, wondering if she could travel to the other stars if she just stretched her arm hard enough. Her room had a single bed for herself, a table for reading and writing, and two chairs. She always wished for a guest one day to arrive in her dead moon town. Connecting her room was another glass-domed room that was growing all kinds of vegetables and fruits. She grew potatoes, carrots, and apples, and she always made enough for at least two people. She would stow away the leftovers in the fridge that was chained from the outside and opened on the inside, and whenever she ate she always said out-loud, “Let’s eat.”
She liked to write to herself and read books in her spare time, and when she wasn’t she simply slept in her bed, staring up into the stars. She thought she would die like this. She didn’t like to go out because her dead moon town made her remember all the people that used to live there. Sometimes it didn’t matter and she would remember the old man by the edge of the moon, the young couple always moon-bathing, and the little girl who always got lost because she turned off her suit’s simulated gravity. When they died, she was the one who was tasked to bury them in the cemetery. She planted a steel sign that drove into the edge of a moon crater, and piled the bodies inside. The last thing she remembered was the large statue in the middle of the town that was a rabbit pounding on the stumps of trees.
She was truly ready to die in her dead moon town.
One day, a man visited the dead moon town. He came from the planet Earth. When he landed on the dark-side of the moon, he made sure to check the gauge on his wrist, and the straps on his suit. The sound of his breathing became accentuated in the suit, and every step felt like he was a giant trampling over cities on Earth. He came to visit the dead moon town because he heard rumors that someone was still living there.
When he arrived in the town, he was convinced that no one was living there anymore. He knocked on the glass doors of the glass-domed houses that was littered in the town and received no answer. He pressed his face on the dome’s of homes and saw no one staring back at him. He wondered if this was what his fathers felt when they first discovered the moon. It felt like he was staring at a mirror.
The man was ready to leave until he remembered that there must have been a cemetery somewhere in the town. He thought to disprove all the rumors that he would take a picture of this. He began searching for the cemetery, not realizing just how foolish his line of thinking was, and at the same time, just how brilliant.
The woman on that day was already by the cemetery when the man had been searching for the town. Neither was aware of each other’s presence, and the very fact that she was outside of her home was already a special day for her. She made a note to always go to the cemetery on the third Saturday of every third month and pray for three people and stay for three hours before going back to her home. By the time she was done, she was heading back to town and saw the man looking frantically for the cemetery. She was appalled and thought she was looking at a ghost. She slowly began approaching him, and when she noticed the weight of his steps, realized he was real. The man was just about to give up, staring into a glass-house, when the woman tapped him on the shoulder.
The man was nearly frightened to death when he turned towards the woman.
The man was confused. The woman looked happy. The woman began speaking.
“I’ve been waiting so long for a guest.” The man did not answer back. Instead, he felt a strange wind in front of him. The wind blew left, towards the home of the woman. The man followed the wind. His fathers always told him that the winds on the moon were a good sign.
“Will you come with me?” The woman asked as she began walking ahead of the man towards her own home. The man didn’t answer.
“Where did you come from? New York? Manhattan? Canada? Australia? Ireland? Hiroshima? India? Germany? Chernobyl?” The man didn’t answer any of her inquiries. Despite this, the woman didn’t stop from continuing to be a beaming light. She was over ecstatic at the prospect of a guest that she began running without thinking. She wanted to prepare a special meal for him. The man felt a strong breeze and continued to follow.
The breeze seemed to lead into a lone glass-house at the edge of the town. There was an odd sense emanating from this house, and the man tried to wrap his head around every rumor he’d heard about the moon town. He remembered the fact that the moon town was empty, that everyone had died one day of a strange sickness that seemed to signify the end of space colonization. He remembered the fact that those who were born on the moon could survive this sickness for a little longer than those who immigrated onto the moon. Eventually, they too died as well. This allowed him to believe there could be a cemetery, but he was also disheartened in the idea of having children bury the dead. He remembered the fact that the town had a mayor, and the mayor had a daughter who was the oldest moon-born child. He remembered that she was among the last few to die. He remembered that all the residents grew most of their food in their glass-dome backyards. The breeze grew stronger when he arrived at what seemed to be an ordinary glass-house.
The woman waited for the man to catch up to her home, and when he did, she beamed out towards him, “This is my home!”
The man stepped towards the glass-dome, and the woman opened her door and waved towards the man.
“Why don’t you come in? I have plenty to eat. You must be tired since you came here all the way from Earth.” The man stood in front of the glass-house, peering inside with focused eyes. He brought his hand towards the glass door, and through his suit, somehow felt the cold of the moon. There was no one there. The man sighed, and turned back towards his ship. He was ready to head back. He was going to take pictures of all the empty houses and use that as evidence. The woman watched him in horror, standing inside her house, looking at his back as it grew more distant. When the man was completely out of her sight, she began crying. The winds on the moon didn’t bother the man for the remainder of his stay in the dead moon town.