So we were by the lake, a gentle saunter in the gathering dusk. I was, as usual, playing his verbal foil and he, well, he was his usual gruff, taciturn, dismissive self. 'The moonlight's glimmer,' he said. 'No, shimmer,' I said. 'Rubbish,' he said. So I snapped. I drowned him.
Dancing in the moonlight, the moon, her partner and stars, the twinkling audience. She spins and twirls to the sound of winds, heart racing, to freedom's adventure. yes, tonight she dances, beyond the grasp of captors and far beyond the sight of those who dare not dream. Tonight she dances free, to walk in fields…Read more Dancing in the Moonlight