I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick....
alzheimer’s disease
And if you said come with you to the moon, I built it right this time, our starbound vessel. Speech would flee, rainbows would burst and smear the dull canvas I have slowly become. I'd start remembering things, wedding rings...