He was always the better one.
First out of the womb. Pitcher while I played the outfield. Scoring the winning touchdown while I sat on the sideline eating Cracker Jacks. Valedictorian in high school. I was a B-student at best.
The first in a coffin. Now I’ll never measure up.
Christa Lyon-Moon spends her free time crafting flash fiction that finds meaning in small moments where imagination meets real life.
Just another lonely morning since her husband passed. As she pours her coffee, the doorbell rings.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Johnson!”
A gift? For me?
By the fire, with tears in her eyes, she opens it.
“Good for one car wash.”
“One lawn trimming.”
And in a child’s scribbles, “One hug.”
Christa Lyon-Moon has spent two decades transcribing the voices of others as a TypeWell transcriber for the Deaf and hard-of-hearing community in higher education. She lends those same attentive ears to her writing, crafting stories that listen closely to silence, love, and the small moments connecting her family and lively collection of animals.