This is a guest post by Janet Cupo. If you find the meaning unclear, it will help to read Flannery O’Connor’s short story, “A Good Man Is Hard to Find.”
My drive to work is almost always beautiful, but this morning it was particularly so because of my awareness of the moon hovering in front of me. At one point I was driving through fields with heavy mist obscuring everything close to the ground. You could just see the top of the dark, green treeline with a band of lavender above them and then the moon, surrounded by blue sky. Then, the mist parted a bit and I saw that I had reached a bend in the road. Too late, I drove into a ditch, was thrown from the car and died. I was lying on the ground with my face smiling up at a cloudless sky and the man who had stopped to help said, “She would have been a good woman if it had been somebody there to shove the moon in her face every minute of her life.”
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