The moon had been eaten again.

People glanced through the bullet-proof glass of their homes in the stratosphere, realised the time of the month. None of them worried.

The creature would regurgitate it again soon, bit by bit, its surface shining with saliva.

Perhaps one day it would admit defeat.

William Shaw is a student, blogger, and amateur journalist. He is slightly obsessed with the moon. You can find him on Tumblr, where he writes haiku poetry about Doctor Who.