PINNACLE March 2016 | Page 23

It beat faster when his eyes were uncovered and he saw her standing before him. In the midst of pine trees, slanted over and reaching for her curvy form, stood the earth colored locks he’d chased for so long. Her feet were bare, toes clenching the tiny pebbles lining the ground beneath her tanned legs. Flowers of every shape and form and color were printed on her yellow dress, wavering around her body in the unsure wind.

The Stars giggled and disappeared, reappearing and winking down at them from the sky. The Moon couldn’t speak a world. Luckily, the Earth was on his side. She let twigs creak and groan as he stepped forward, instead of letting the soft bedding of pine needles muffle his feet.

She was swaying as if she were one with the shifting clouds, hair flowing sluggishly. He felt dazed.

She turned as the sounds of his feet got nearer. Suddenly he felt concious of his appearence, as those blue eyes travelled up and down his body.

She saw a man with sickly pale skin and sunken grey eyes shadowed by messy black hair. His hollow cheeks were splattered with grey-ish freckles. He was stunningly tall, covered entirely by a massive suit and disshovelled tie.

Yes, she had missed seeing his face.

Finally, the Moon found his voice. "M-my lady..." His voice was a sickly sweet one, like a piano's lowest notes. "Would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while?"

The Sun stared at him for a moment.

"I-if," the Moon stuttered. Whatever hand was plucking these notes was trembling. He felt like he was, too. "In exchange for your time, I give you this smile?" Then, his thin lips curved upwards and his cheeks seemed slightly more healthy. His dark eyes lit up, ever so

By Lizzy Fogg