“Moon, Moon on the sky,
Hold me up, take me high
Clench your sigh, watch me die”
A morbid smile conquered her calm face. Calmness that escalates after a big storm passes, or when one is about to come.
“Have you ever talked to the moon?” Without glancing at me nodding head in negation, she continued.
“I have, It is my only companion since I was 5. It was my hero, a mysterious bewitching radiant ball of light. I played with it, told my secrets to it and slept in it’s shadow. And then…. and then it started playing with me” Her voice turned quivery.
“I got tangled up in it’s myth. In the full moon nights I feel supernatural. A nice sharp feeling starts cutting inside me and my hollowness grows. Instead of blood, loneliness comes out and I swear, It is more horrendous, dreadful. It pierces my soul….It aches, It hurts !” I felt tears mixing with her voice.
“Today’s a full moon night” I thought to myself. Shifting my eyes from the moon towards her, I realized – She was gone.
A werewolf was standing right beside me.
A post written in response to Daily Prompt: Heroic and also for Five Sentence Fiction – Moon.