La pleine lune

PHOTO PROMPT © Gah Learner

It was that time of the month when the stars twinkled in full glory. The snow capped mountains looked more magical. The usually calm lake danced in quivered delight.

Joanna standing at the bridge looked up at the silvery orb of the moon and sighed. On one such night many full moons ago, their eyes had met on this bridge. She knew she had found her âme sœur. She waited for him every full moon. In vain.

Little did she know that he was waiting for her too. Only at the bottom of the lake.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.


40 thoughts on “La pleine lune

  1. You caught me out with the ending, and left a question, why is he at the bottom of the lake, perhaps she has an unknown jealous admirer

    1. HI Michael, I left the end to the imagination of the reader. There could be various ways to interpret it – maybe he owed money and when was unable to cough it, the person killed him or he got caught in a gang war, or as you said perhaps she has an unknown jealous admirer. 🙂

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