Full Moon

full moon

Okay, so I seem to have the talent to make a fool of myself, even when I am aware that it might happen. Sometimes I am not aware at all, like the time Master T and I were in a Islamic supermarket, buying meat and he pointed to something and asked me what meat that might be. ‘I think it’s pork,’ I said and was SO happy that no one heard me, after Master T reminded me that it can never be pork. I knew this of course, but just didn’t think before I spoke.

I can tell you a million stories of me making a fool of myself, but let me tell you about the latest episode. We have a new regular hangout and love to go there, because the people are very interested in our lives. Not only ours of course, but that of all customers. They know about the flood we had in house and one of the ladies asked whether everything was in order again.
“Show her the images,” Master T said.
I started searching for the images and found them in the media section of the Whatsapp messages between Master T and me. But, there are other images in there too. I checked which side I should scroll before I turned the screen to the lady, fully in control.
“Watch out what you show her,” Master T joked.
“Yes, she said, I don’t want to see the naughty ones.”
I laughed and blushed, but scrolled through the photos to proudly show her what our house looks like now. Then it happened. I think my finger must have touched the ‘back’ button, because suddenly I was back in the list, where all photos are shown in little squares.

I immediately touched a photo of the house again but not quick enough.
“Ah, I saw the full moon,” she said with a huge smile, and my blush turned to crimson as I laughed as innocently as I could.

full moon
This is what she saw…

There’s another story to this photo, one I might tell you one day, or might just keep for myself…

© Rebel’s Notes

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