The Moon

Rated PG 13

For Fic101 Prompt 22 Moon.

 


There it is

That beautiful silver disc

Drifting through the heavens,

She smiles.

Her heavens.

Earth.

Lying on the soft fragrant grass she looks up.

The Moon’s mottled face is criss-crossed and fractured by the branches of her tree.

Her tree.

Indiana.

Closing her eyes, she breathes deep

The scent of honeysuckle and something else drifts on the breeze.

Unknown until the memory finally settles,

Gentle as a butterfly

Baking.

Her mother.

Brownies.

She moves closer to the warmth

A strong arm, a broad chest

A mumbled endearment.

A gentle kiss.

She smiles

Her heart.

Him.

She’s home.

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