Snow Moon, No Moon: Story Continuation by Jamuna Advani

by Matilda Butler on March 11, 2012

StoryMap #7 – Women’s Memoirs, StoryMap: The Neverending Writing PromptTM – Kendra Bonnett and Matilda Butler

Women’s Memoirs is Delighted to Bring You Jamuna Advani’s Snow Moon, No Moon Story Continuation

As you remember, Kendra wrote the first five parts to a story based on our StoryMap of Five Points, Oklahoma. She wove us into the story, of course. We invited everyone to purchase a copy of StoryMap and write your own conclusion.

Jamuna was the first to send us the next two parts to Snow Moon, No Moon. We are publishing her next installment today and then tomorrow we’ll publish her concluding part. We congratulate Jamuna on the wonderful details she included as well as her creativity in the story that she wrote.

Don’t remember the first five parts? Here’s a link to Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 1. From there you will find a link to the next part.

Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 1 Read all five parts, if you like, and then return to Jamuna’s next installment. Or, if you like, just enjoy Jamuna’s story. Be sure to leave her a note in the Comments section below.


Snow Moon, No Moon, Part 6
by Jamuna Advani

Once inside her salon, Brandi relaxed as she felt the warmth and coziness of the room. “Oh at last, I feel so good, it’s freezing outside.” She looked at Wynnie and smiled.

Wynnie nodded her head giving a slight, controlled smile and said, “I know, very cold. Have you been walking around.?”

“Oh yes, and lots of things going on,” Brandi almost told her about the news of the missing globe, but decided not to as she was already late by 15 minutes. Instead she planned to convey the news while she worked on her hair with foil.

Brandi proceeded toward the back room with Alice on tow. Alice, a well-behaved dog, sat on her cushion as usual. Brandi, after dropping her purse in her drawer, hung her coat on the hanger. She picked up her red, holiday apron from the hook on the wall and slipped its string on her neck and then tied the other two strings around her waist. The apron accentuated her figure perfectly.

She got her foils ready for the highlight and walked back to her station to work on Wynnie’s hair. The usual process of conversation went on. Soon Wynnie and everyone else in the salon knew about the missing snow globe.

449 Sage Blvd.
Five points Circle
December 20, 2011

Cynthia was all ready for the upcoming parade and snow moon celebrations. She opened her blinds and looked out of her window and was amazed to see her lawn covered with snow flakes that looked like one huge white sheet landed from nowhere. She pushed open the window and a gush of wind and its morning freshness made her feel exuberant. She inhaled deeply. She was in her best mood, anticipating the sight of her son, Alex. Just last year he was with her during the Christmas holidays.

Yesterday she had her hair cut at Brandi’s and her nails polished with a lovely crimson color. After closing the window, she entered her kitchen humming a Christmas carol. She walked out to the mailbox and was surprised to have a letter from Alex. She walked back in, reached for the sterling silver letter opener on the box centered on the dining room table, and slit the edge of the envelope. The whole world turned upside down. He was not coming home for Christmas. This would be a first. She felt as though her heart split into pieces and tears rolled down her cheeks as sobs come out from deep in her soul. After a while, she picked up the wads of tissue lying on the dining table and wiped her eyes. It was time. She picked up her phone and dialed.

Jamuna heard her phone ring and rushed toward the living room. She was getting ready to cook fish curry and rice for lunch and was glad that she turned the stove at low when she saw the caller ID. It was going to take some time before she returned to her cooking. Both women talked regularly on the phone, once or twice a month. They had plenty to share with each other. They met long ago when Cynthia’s husband, Robert, was still in the army. They lived in the same city, San Ramon, California, until Cynthia and her family moved away few years ago to Five Points near Tulsa, Oklahoma. Not too long ago Cynthia started writing her memoir and they had met in Austin, Texas during the Story Circle Network conference in April 2010.

She picked up the phone, “Hello.”

“Jamuna, it’s me.”

“Hi, Merry Christmas to you. How are you doing? What’s the news?”

“Sorry if this an awkward time, but I just couldn’t help it.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Alex is not coming home for Christmas, for the first time, can you imagine? I am so upset.”

As Cynthia talked, Jamuna sensed Cynthia’s turbulent sea of emotions.
”Ohh—I am so sorry to hear that, I pray for his safety and that he’ll return home soon. Why don’t you come here and join us. We have a big gathering here with family and friends.”
Jamuna tried to console her.

“Thanks, but I need to stay in Five Points for other reasons. I want you to come and spend some time with me. I honestly wish you could come here. Please try. There is a big festival coming up.—Snow Moon Dance and Parade festival. You would love it.”

“It’s quite interesting, and tempting too Cynthia.”

“Oh, do come.”

“I’ll see if I can and let you know as soon as I decide.”

Jamuna felt sorry for her friend as her only son is fighting in Afghanistan. Besides the Snow Moon Festival was something that she had heard about, and she always wanted to see. She finished her cooking and then immediately opened her laptop, searched for a flight to Tulsa, Oklahoma and found several. United Airlines had the best deal and she booked her flight to Tulsa, Oklahoma. The flight made multiple stops, but it was quite inexpensive.

She called Cynthia to let her know her plan —reaching Tulsa around 4 PM next Friday. She could tell from the response that Cynthia was bubbling with joy. She would wait for Jamuna at the airport. During their phone conversation, Cynthia also mentioned the missing globe, news she’d heard while at Brandi’s Curl Up and Dye. She told Jamuna that the chief of the police, Marie Awentia, was in full charge. Cynthia assured Jamuna that Awentia would come up with a solution so the festival would definitely take place.

“Bye for now. See you on Friday.”

At the dinner table on Wednesday, Jamuna surprised her family with the announcement that she was going to Tulsa for the Snow Moon Festival next Friday. That night, in her bed, she couldn’t stop thinking about the missing globe. Will the festival continue without it, she wondered.

[To be continued]

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Be sure to return tomorrow for the conclusion of Snow Moon, No Moon by Jamuna Advani. We can assure you that there are surprises in store for you.

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