Though the trees wore mere buds, it was finally Spring. A full moon lit the sky like a searchlight. A goddess moon, some said.
This moon connects us all, she thought. We are part of the same clan, we all look to the moon and feel its pull.
“When you see the moon, know that I am looking at the very same thing, and you won’t feel alone” her mother once told her.
Back then, she thought her love would go up to the moon and bounce back down to her mom, like a satellite.
She gazed upward, knowing it was still true.
(I am posting early since I am traveling home from Brazil and won’t be able to post tomorrow.) The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.