Moonlight

He held her unbuttoned black shirt away from her body, like a pair of dark curtains. The view beyond was a pale, sickly, winter white. That desolation seemed beautiful to him.

He fingered the edges of the twin lacy scallops where skin met cloth.

“How can you feel insecure with a body like this?”

She glanced up. The moonlight threw the sharp lines of his face into gleaming relief and his eyes shone in the long shadows cast by his eyelashes. She was mesmerized.

“It’s my body. I have the right to feel insecure about it,” she said nonchalantly, casting her eyes back down at his wandering fingers.

Everything looks beautiful in the moonlight.

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11 thoughts on “Moonlight

  1. How wonderfully ironic, I was just writing an essay about the significance of moonlight in inspiring the characters in one of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s short stories- ‘My Kinsman, Major Molineux’.. it also wavers between dream, vision and reality, you should read it! Oh and nicely written, well done 🙂

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