Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Over the Moon

Today's muse: Full moon tonight. (Posted at Six Sentences)

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Over the Moon

“For you,” he said, with an exaggerated sweep of his arm. She looked up at the brilliant orb, a lone spotlight shining down on her. Like faithful groupies worshipping a crooner, tiny lights paid homage as they danced in the night sky. “Go on,” he said “reach up and touch it.” Never before had anyone treated her like a goddess, elevated her to such a dizzying height. As she reached up, stretched to make contact with the tokens he had hung with such care, he kicked the pedestal from under her and laughed as she tumbled, down, down, down.

1 comment:

glnroz said...

Ms. Monica,
Strong and poignant.
"Why" is what i sometimes ponder.