M is for “The Moonlight”

 

I took my time through the forest. I didn’t get to walk here as often as I liked and even when I did, it was rarely this nice. The air was so clean. I breathed in the freshly fallen rain and the crisp smell of the new leaves growing in the night. They called this the Full Pink Moon and it was my favorite moon to meet her under.

The raindrops lit up the trees and the mist moved wherever I moved. I pretended to be a part of this world, of this time. I pretended I strolled these wood every night, and I pretended I was on my way to meet the girl of my dreams for the first time.

I made it to the tree line and stopped, listening for the one I came to see. The clearing looked as it always did and I had a feeling it always would. A circle of land made sacred by me and my love the day to die here to keep our love alive forever. I never knew why the trees didn’t grow past the invisible border but I imagine it had something to do with my regular return.

There she was, dancing and twirling in the silvery light. It was as if a spotlight were illuminating these woods just for her and she was dancing just for me. I stepped into the clearing and felt myself become more real, more solid. The dance was mesmerizing and as I marched toward her I never took my eyes off her. The moonlight spilled over her chest and arms, her dress, sheer and clinging, shone blue-white and glistening with the dew of the night.

She knew I was there but she never stopped her movement. It was more than a dance, it was part of the ritual. It was pulling me in.

When I reached the center she whirled into my arms and we began the dance together. My body knew the moves by now, we’d done this every month for a hundred years. We moved together, and the rain-wet grass soaked us below the knees. We didn’t care. All I could see her big blue eyes and all I felt was her narrow waist in my arms, her body pressed against mine. She was still lovely, still mysterious, still the girl I knew before my death.

As we circled round and round the clearing we were bathed by the moon and watched by the woods. I felt a power rising here, in me, through me, out of me, and into the land and the woman who made me feel alive again. It would end. Time would be up and this beauty will have gotten from me what she needed. My death in this place, the dance we did now, it was all a sip from the fountain of youth for her.

For my part, I got to relive the best part of my life, my love for her.

She was well worth the price.

***

Author’s note: The plan for this challenge was to post small pieces of fiction that read more like excerpts rather than stories with a true beginning, middle, and end. I think instead, these have turned into something in between, some more, some less. Please bear with me, these are my first attempts at writing fiction. You can find them all under my AtoZ2016 tag.

Featured image via Pixabay

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Lisa

Hello! My name is Lisa. I find the human condition fascinating and I often write stuff about that. I blog at zenandpi.com but you can also find me on Twitter, Tumblr, and Instagram, and if you like what I do, consider signing up for my newsletter. Thanks :)

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