Waning Crescent 39%

31 May

When the moon was moving toward new, its shadow shining heavy against its fingernail sliver light, a simple orange bow unravelled from Anne’s braid. Anne and I are not close. But our suns are both in Aries and we collide with grace and laughter. I caught the bow as it fell and my heart sank.

This is, Anne said, the end. What comes next is the only thing you can’t know until you know.

I was afraid to know. Because no one ever knew until they knew, and by the time they knew they couldn’t tell anyone who didn’t know.  I couldn’t reach the pocket that housed my trust and safety. I couldn’t reach and I panicked. Of course, there was nothing to panic about. I would know soon enough.


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