February 7, 2017 Prompt – “Under my hand the moonlight lay,” from The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

for the next two weeks our prompt responses will be based on a line from a romantic poem

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Under my hand the moonlight lay. It had been that way for just a moment before I heard the soft, but unmistakable sound of a squeaking floor board right behind me. I wheeled around to stare down the barrel of a Colt 45 in the hand of a very nasty looking character.

He grinned as he snarled, “It’s time to pay for all the trouble you’ve caused me.

My cheeks began to pucker.

John Gable

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I watched as the moon sunk into the opalesced surface of the ocean. For a few seconds it had sat as if held up the serenely tranquil sea.

I thought if I were out on the water I could cup my hands and catch the magic as moonbeams spilled into them. Then I would pour it into a bottle, seal it with a cork, take it home and set it on my bedside table. As I slept the magic of its glow would pour into my soul. It would conjure up marvelous dreams. It might reveal the face of my lover. It might tell me the path I must take to find him or it would bring him to me.

I sighed as I watched the light from the glowing orb spread it light on the softly drifting waves until it came to where I stood and washed over my feet.

I made a wish and a promise this night. If the moonlight brought me a lover we would return and be wed as the shone over the waves and blessed us with its radiance.

Christine Howard

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