The Moon’s Light

How long has it been brother, since I saw you lost to her. How many guilty years have I wondered and feared the events of that night. I remember the moon was high, casting beams of crystal light over the fields. A warm breeze blew through the open attic window while we slept.

I woke to the sound of singing, looked up and saw you gone from your bed. I rose and looked out the window to see you running through the long grass towards the woods. I quickly dressed and followed in your direction. How could I let my twin be out there on his own having all the fun? I knew you were probably up to no good.

I caught up with you quickly but not quick enough to see you walk out into an opening in the woods I could not recall. A circle of trees surrounding a cottage sat off centre to the circle formed.

As I got closer I could see you standing away from the cottage, swaying gentle to the singing as a young woman stepped out. Walking toward you, you seemed oblivious to her presence as she got close and joined in your sway. She, gently lifting your arms placing them on her shoulders while her hands held your waist.

I looked up at the moon above seeming to uncannily light the whole circle as would a spotlight on a stage show. Then there was silence and I looked down to see she had walked you towards the cottage and stop just short of the door.

She leaned in to kiss you but she stared back over your shoulder at me. Ebony black eyes caught a twinkle from the moons light and no longer did hands embrace you.

I turned and I ran.

 

Copyright © JRFC August 2019
Image from Pixabay

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