Some of you may not know, by my hubby (Marcus) is a digital artist. He is known as The Fretful Artist. Being the writer I am, I enjoy writing little stories for his art sometimes. I love this new piece he finished yesterday so I decided to write something for it! Anyway, here is my story;
Full moons always reminded him of his first encounter with Beam, although brief, it made a lasting impression. On a night not too differing than this, when the moon was bright and full among a stary backdrop, he sat upon a hilltop gazing at the night sky. Every so often bushes somewhere below rustled. A tingling sensation crawled up his legs, signaling it was about time he departed. Once to his feet a gentle breeze graced his face, followed by a silhouette casting a shadow over his left side. Turning cautiously, expecting to witness something unpleasant, his jaw dropped at the sight. Wings were the first to stand out. Glistening amongst the moonlight with every swish. It reminded him of the stars. The figures hand reached out timidly resting against his cheek as he stood speechless.
"I'm Moonbeam." They whispered for only him to hear. A soft smile adorned their face as they pulled back and fluttered away. All the way home he couldn't help thinking of Moonbeam, eventually he came to the conclusion they were a fairy. It was the only possibility he could settle on.
That night when he reached his bed, a note laid waiting on his pillow. It had been a few months since then, with a fair few late night meetings, and no talk of the note. Of course he had read it but he didn't yet have the courage, or the right words, to portray his thoughts. For now, he just enjoyed their company.