Nico’s Tin-Can Moon — Every night, Nico tapped his tiny tin-can flag on the fence posts: clink, clink, clink. Read the full story →
Every night, Nico tapped his tiny tin-can flag on the fence posts: clink, clink, clink. He wanted to hear the low moon-hum inside it, the sound his coat stitches made when they were new.
Until one night, the flag answered with a silver ping. Because of that, Nico followed the ping past whispery trees and cold stone steps. Because of that, his pumpkin pail began to rattle, and the candies inside rolled into a bright little arrow.
“Wait for me,” Nico whispered. At the last fence post, the flag shivered, the pail glowed warm as toast, and the moon-hum filled the lane. If you spot Nico’s raised flag, can you hear it too: clink, clink, clink?
