Moonbeams | A 100 Word Story

#569 | XVIII The Moon | Rhythm and Soul Tarot

Today on Erica Drayton Writes, the Prompt is moon!
Write a 100 word story.
And tag me if you take up the challenge.

Name’s Flint. It’s not everyday I sees a stranger walkin’ round ‘ere at this hour. Naw. Not when the moon’s full and the stars twinkle this bright. But you git along on home now. Before the moonbeams catch hold a yer. I can only hold’em back but fer so long.

What’s that? You wanna stick around and watch? Heh. Well, alright. It just might be yer funeral then. Ya see, I just picks up my old gee-tar ‘ere that my paw gave me from his paw before him. And when I starts ter strummin’ those moonbeams disappear to yesterday’s dreams.

Now in a cottage built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning of the words "Ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss the pug-nosed dream

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