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TMFFC – Random Story Title Generator – The Moonlight That Should Embrace

11 August 2013 No Comment

A little less preamble this week, here is my flash for the Terrible Minds Flash Fiction Challenge this week… not horror, more a faery tale than anything else.

It ties in with the novella I’ve started out of the blue, sparked from an Instigation, spurred on by #AmWriting, @VirtualWriters, and Friday Night Write Club word sprints.

I hope you enjoy!

The Moonlight That Should Embrace
by Jodi Lee
© 2013 All Rights Reserved
Terrible Minds Flash Fiction Challenge – Random Story Title Generator

Anna couldn’t remember a time when she stayed indoors during a full moon. She had always felt the physical need to be under the sky, in all weather, so long as the big white face of the moon shone down on her.

As a child, she’d danced among the trees in her grandparent’s yard during the summer, or dug burrows into the snow drifts in winter, or splashed in the spring runoff in the ditch. Fall was the only season where she simply sat and stared at the moon. Fall was a hard time for her. The moonlight that held her within its warmth the rest of the year-round became cold and unyielding, a harshness to it like a bitter winter wind. It was five years ago this night that he had chosen to be free.

Tonight, despite the near-freezing temperature and icy glare from her favorite celestial friend, she curled up on the park bench, tucking her feet beneath her legs to keep her toes warm, cradling a mug of hot tea between her hands. Tonight, she would be free, too. Tonight, the world around her would be finished, or at least her part in it.

She could hear rustling all around her as nocturnal animals scurried about, digging for roots and half-rotten berries and apples amongst the leaves. In another month, they’d all be hibernating. Maybe some would take the long sleep, as she planned to do. Anna had been here long enough.

Thirty summers of memory, and five before that. Two children, both older now than she’d been when her parents chose to become free. Young still, but old enough to live on without her. Her grandparents would look in on them as needed, and she’d done her bit in educating them as they’d grown. They’d taken their first steps in this world holding her hands, and she’d be waiting to take them again on the other side, when their time for freedom came.

A slight breeze ruffled her hair, and she heard her name being called. The voice tugged at her soul, her chest aching to the point of it being painful to breathe. Tears welled in her eyes, and she let them escape without fuss. Even their cold tracks down her cheeks did not detract her attention from the lady Luna above.

Anna sipped from her mug, still crying, listening for the songs that would lull her into her rest. The tea was bitter, but hot, and as it soaked into her body it warmed her. When the last of it was gone, she set the mug beside her on the bench, along with her gloves and boots, then rose and walked to the edge of the meadow. Beyond the bridge that covered the creek, beyond the little hill where the ancient willow hid its secrets beneath drooping branches, from beyond the edges of her vision, she could see them come for her.

At first it seemed a fog or wisp of cloud had crossed the moon, falling to earth and settling there, the color changing from silver to blue to green and finally gold. Like a sun rise, the lights soon outshone the moon herself, and Anna heard the familiar voice once more.

When the meadow was filled with the pale gold light, Anne stepped onto the bridge, her bare feet leaving prints in the frost covering the boards. She removed her ring from her finger and the necklace from around her neck, hanging both from a nail on the sturdy railing of the bridge. In the morning, her children would retrieve them, claiming them for their own.

She took a small pebble from her pocket, and tossed it into the water below, moving just fast enough to keep from freezing. As the quartz sank to the bottom to join so many others, Anna began to sing. She sang of the moon, and of her parents. She sang of her children and her grandparents. She sang of the beauty she had seen and the sadness she had witnessed.

She sang of him, and he came. Stepping out of the light into the meadow, her love crossed to her and held out his hand. Smiling, he encouraged her to take those last steps.

When her fingers touched his, her body began to glow, brighter and still brighter, until all that remained was a shadow beneath a golden dawn.

She was free.

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