A skilled dancer salsas with the moon those nights when the moon is full.
Her hair wisps in the night air as she moves through the universe.
The pits in the moon reflect the glow of light onto the dancer.
She’s on an island of her own decent…in that moment…in that moonlight.
This was written for Paula Light’s Paint Chip Friday prompt. The keywords were “island salsa” along with the image above.
The reflection of the setting sun and dawning moon bounced off the water, and the island hid in the fog of the cool night along with the quarter of the setting sun that brought the eclipse of that night.
It was eerie and beautiful, at the same time, and it was a view that lovers would talk about to their children and grandchildren.
They would tell them how the sun melding with the moon on their first date set their destinies in stone while looking out upon the ocean that night, and they would feel the energy from that night for the rest of their lives.
This was written for the Three Lines Tale 303 prompt.
“Tell me the story..
― Hanako Ishii
About how the sun loved the moon so much..
That she died every night..
Just to let him breathe…”
This post is for Linda Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday.
A glimmer of the moon shows like milk in a glass
Fog drifting across the road like it has legs
Humidity curling the little hairs at your neck
Your sight diminished by the creeping of the ground clouds
An owl beckons at it nightly meal…” Hoot hoot”
Impossible to see him through the shadows of the night
Foggy headlights travel on the highway to hell
Hard to tell if you are closer to “Almost there”
A coyote howls at the night moon
Scavenging for a meal that was slain last night
Cowering away from any sign of humanity
He creeps unseen against the crawling haze on the ground
The pale moon hiding behind the darkness
Leaves very little light to see
As the creatures linger amidst the night sky
The haze in the night drifts out of sight
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