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“Come on,” Pixie said, “the moon is out.” She dragged at Mel’s hand, and flew open the screen-door that led out to her backyard. The light that spilled across the grass was only a sliver from the crescent moon,
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A perfect world is illuminated childhood. "Come on," Pixie said, "the moon is out." She dragged at Mel's hand, and flew open the screen-door that led out to her backyard. The light that spilled across the grass was only a sliver from the crescent moon, but it was enough to illuminate the yard in the way that only moonlight could. The two teenagers trekked across the lawn, one reluctantly. He stared ahead at him at the girl who now started dancing in the cold air, spinning around her arms like they were wings or propellers or something long and spinning like that. He hugged his body, breathing out in a huff so that his breath was steam in the air. He watched as it hovered in front of him for a little while, before fading away into a transparent vapor. Pixie was looking at him. "What?" he asked. "Come on." She led him to...
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