Alannah is luminous.
I mean literally, not figuratively.
Oh, your eyebrows might rise and your lip might curl in disbelief, but you’ve not met her, have you?
Every night, she stares up at the moon – she shivers when it wanes to a mere sliver, she smiles with relief when it waxes and is fat with promise.
Her man is busy up there, working the machinery that makes the moon do what we take for granted every month – its re-emergence after the time of darkness lets her know that he is safe once more.
Here’s my latest entry into Lillie McFerrin’s Five Sentence Fiction. The image she has sourced for us this week is gorgeous, isn’t it?
Please do pop along to her blog and find out how other writers have responded!