JUNE MOON – #flashfictionmagic
“Am I too late?”
Emily startled at the breathless male voice at her shoulder. Under the star studded sky, he was nearly invisible in a dark shirt. His eyes looked like moons themselves as he surveyed the small crowd scattered over the hill.
The June Moon hung low and shimmering, almost fully risen.
When she didn’t answer, her mind full with the surprise of his presence, he turned his face toward hers. “It hasn’t happened yet, has it?” His voice was deep but precise, each word a careful thing.
“Make your wish quickly,” Emily said, when her tongue could move again.
He smiled, bright in the warm, night-scented breeze. “I already have.”
The Moon seemed to spring above the horizon when she looked forward again. Gasps and whispers swept over the crowd as the June wishes settled. It was different than a genie wish, or wishes given by dead Welsh kings. June Moon wishes rode on heart longings and wistful dreams. They were for the lonely, the heartsick, the ones trapped in yearnings that circled and circled and never landed.
“What did you wish for?” he asked.
There was something hopeful in the way he leaned closer to her in the dark, buoyant grass crisping beneath his feet.
Emily smiled and held out her hand.
“You’re here now,” she said. His fingers closed around hers, gentle as nightfall.
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