Blooming Luna

PREFACE

         The frosted grass crunched under her thick fake pleather boots. The grass was green with the undertones of grey. It matched the complexion of the sky and the rest of the depressed bushes and trees that matched the scenery. Coming from the sky was a rain so light that felt like a flurrying mist. The grass continued to crunch until she stopped to look up at the grey sky that darkened slowly. She felt a thick cold drop on her cheek and it ran slowly down her face like a tear. Snow. Only small drizzling rain was suppose to be the weather of the day. Not snow. Fat flakes floated down like each had a purpose, a mission to land with grace. Her hand raised to the air to touch one of the snow flakes the floated towards her. It tapped her fingers; it's lifespan cut short from heat her cold finger could radiate. Her palm turned to the sky, stretching further to the sky to catch a bigger snowflake coming towards her. She felt the cold ice in her hands and brought it down to her face to watch it melt. Opening her palm wider to see the snowflake grow wider into a lotus flower. It glowed, reflecting light on her face with a holographic pattern. A gust of wind blew over her face like an ocean spray that just so happened to feel like ice. Her eyes closed from the rush of cool wet air and when opened them the snow flakes were gone. All that was in her palms was water warmed from her palm. A snap was sudden, making her head turn slowly toward the wooded area that just a few yards away. There was no movement, nothing out of the ordinary than a small squirrel having a moment in the grass. A smaller force of wind with the same feel was behind her this time. Turning to the direction she was suppose to be headed to, there stood a shadow, almost blended in with wooded area that seemed to buckle and bend over her car from the wind. The shadow's giant white eyes were round like it was surprised or caught in the headlights of a car, stared back at her. Her foot took a step back, cracking a twig, crunching the frosted over grass, and cracking the dried out leaves. The shadow lurched towards her with immense and impeccable speed. She fell on the ground backwards, dropping her bag and her sketchbook that she never let go of. Before taking one more breath, a bright flash beamed like a light house. And suddenly she was gone.

         Her grandmother watched her walk to her car through the light drizzling rain out the window as she washed the small pile of dishes within her sink. She watched her granddaughter stop on the middle of the field to stare up at the sky. So easily distracted. She smiled at herself and continued to wash dishes as she looked down with content. Looking up once more, she saw her falling to the ground with a tall, no gigantic shadow running- now standing over her. Before she could react, the loud bang sounded through her house like a shotgun firing; only a hundred times louder. Her grandmother dropped to the floor with a shock to her system that didn't allow her to scream. A flash of light blew through all of her windows, shattering everything, including the plate in her hand. "Sa-Sa-Sa-Sa-Samuel!" She screamed as she tried to get back up with shaky hands. She stood to her feet, running to the door that her granddaughter just went through moments ago. Swinging the door open, a blood curdling scream left her mouth when she only saw the bag and book left on the field between the car and the house. She ran to the very spot her granddaughter was laying in. The rain began to pour, erasing anything that could've gave leeway for the reason she was gone. "Julie!" Samuel yelled as he ran to her side. "Sam, she's gone! She's gone!" She cried. Sam surely heard the same blast and seen the same flash of light from the barn behind the house. He didn't hesitate to pull his old phone from his pocket and immediately call the neighbors just a mile away. Maybe they had heard it too. He then called the police next, and anyone else that was willing to help in a small town like this.