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Ambrosia took delicate sips of her tea. She looked up at the night, pin pricked with glittering diamonds but never outshining the moon, reminding her there was a sun as its rays reflected on the lump of celestial rock, creating a silver stream of light in her world of darkness.

She finished her tea, gazing ahead. “You can come out now. We’ve stalked each other for hours, day after day. I’m tired of fighting.”

Like a shadow, Damon moved through the thicket into view. “I imagined you’d drink something stronger.”

“Nothing cleanses the palate of blood like tea.” She poured him a cup, her eyes never leaving him. “So what now, Hunter?”

He gulped the tea, swiping his hand over his mouth when finished. “I’m no hunter if the prey chooses not to run.” He smiled.

It was the first show of warmth from any human and Ambrosia liked it. “Can I suggest a truce?”

Damon studied her porcelain complexion, glowing in the moonlight, surrounded by luscious dark curls. “What about the deal with your family? I know you have until dawn to kill me. Or you die.”

“I have places they will never find me. I can’t kill you, you can’t kill me. It’s like we’re meant to coexist. I like that.”

He leant over, his lips crushing hers. He looked into her eyes of black. “Your family can have you.” He snapped silver cuffs on her delicate wrists, her skin blistering as he walked back into darkness.

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Written for Siobhan Muir's Thursday Threads at The Weird, the Wild and the Wicked

  

Five Sentence Fiction Moon

Bit late as been a busy week. But on the plus side, new 5sf out tomorrow. Hope you like this one based on moon. xxx

I have no one for company until the Man in the Moon appears and  views my desperate situation.

I stare back, his serene glow wrapping me in peacefulness as I momentarily forget my shivering, painful body, and the fact I will be dead by the time the moon’s sister comes up for the third time, spreading her suffocating warmth. My hand bobs in the cool water, soothing my red raw skin as the gentle lapping against my raft  brings a tranquil melody to my end song. No regrets swamp me, not even being on the cruise liner; I wanted peace and quiet and relaxation and looking up at the shining light in the pitch, I know I now have it.

And I know I am not alone, will not die alone as the Man in the Moon stays with me, bringing out the stars to serenade my passing.  

Written for  Lillie Mcferrin's Five Sentence Fiction where you can read all the other stories. xxx

#12 Days of Christmas Blog Hop

Here we are at day  12, the final day of the blog hop which has been such a lovely expereince. I am sorry I missed a few.


Moon

It was the moment Selene had been waiting for, she couldn’t have wished for a more perfect setting; the moon was in its full glory; a Wolf Moon shining on the night her splendour where the clouds were uninvited. The fresh fallen snow glistened like that on a Christmas card and all was peaceful, still. Her anticipation was fizzing. It was her third and final night in the mountains and something just had to happen. She sat patiently, not giving up for a second. A rustle nearby had Selene’s fingers twitching. It was just a rabbit. Her attitude made her smile; just a rabbit? That was her bread and butter a few months back. Now here she was at the top of her game bored at the sight of rabbits.

 Silence cracked as a lonely howl echoed through the mountains. Rigid and ready, Selene lay still, her finger poised. This was it. There was an air of excitement rippling through the trees. The light crunch of snow was so close. She held her breath and in the moonlight she saw the shining bright eyes of her quarry; the wolf.  The moon seemed to shine even brighter in Selene’s favour which didn’t surprise her.

The wolf padded closer and stopped as if to sense someone was watching him.  He stared right back at Selene but did not flinch, did not growl or snarl. He just stared with soft surrendering eyes. Selene didn’t move but placed her finger on the trigger. This was going to be her moment. For a split second, both were connected, eye to eye, under the full moon who watched the close encounter.

 Selene shot. . . .

The wolf stood fast as if posing and Selene feeling brave moved closer and continued to shoot this magnificent creature looking so regal in the moonlight.  Satisfied he had done enough, the wolf padded away and Selene pointed her camera to her namesake, the moon, in thanks as a lone wolf’s cry filled the silence once more.

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Oops, 37 words over but I couldn’t cut and slice any more.

Foot notes

·         Selene was/is the Greek Goddess of the moon

·         Wolf Moon is the name given to January’s full moon by Native American tribes due to the howling packs of hungry wolves.

If you enjoyed this story, then take a look at the other entries on the last day of the 12 days of Christmas Blog Hop.