There was a full moon that night. There was always a full moon now.
It began simply enough.
Who knew that moving the kitchen table, just a slight angle so she could look out the window, not one direction but three, would make the difference.
There was a new table cloth, too. After thirteen years, she was ready to look out from a different angle, a new light.
Yes, new light. The moon was full that night ushering in the Solstice, the turn of the wheel to a new year.
It was dark when she returned home to her new angle to the world. She took solace that after this night, light would grow again. Her feet hurt and her lunch bag was not to be found. She remembered setting it down at the bus stop. Her half-sandwich which she saved for dinner, half an apple, too, gone.
She had little energy to muster. All she could do was crack open the kitchen window and sit at the table to look out. First left. Then right. Finally, settling on center as a small glow above Hank’s house caught her eye. She didn’t move. For the next hour the wheel turned slowly as the moon in her fullness rose above the house, trees silhouetting a figure. Crow kept her company this evening.
The moon was full that night.
“Hey! Rosewood! Where ya been?” A voice bellowed out of the dark. With ruffled feathers, crow rose above the tree top and disappeared as the tall, lanky figure emerged.
Rose let out a sigh. The evening would now be given over to Hank. And his beer.
“Mind if I rest for a few?”
These were words of ceremony. First, Hank announcing his arrival. Her reply. Then his request, which no longer waited for approval.
Rose opened the door and Hank made himself comfortable.
Each time Hank called her that, her feathers ruffled a bit. It’s not that she didn’t like Hank’s nickname for her. She just didn’t like his bold intimacy. He inserted Rosewood into their conversation the first time they met. Usually, nicknames were shortened versions of a cumbersome title. Rosewood was complex and stronger than just Rose. She never knew a Rosewood. She was named after her grandmother, an nostalgic name, a soft and feminine name. But it made her feel old and vulnerable. Rosewood suited her.
Hank took a sip from his beer and set it down on the table. He was gruff, but funny. He stayed too long most of the time. But he would do anything for her, if she just would ask. But she never asked.
Tonight with the full moon, she wanted to bathe in its glow. Alone.
“How are you, Hank?”
From behind him, Hank pulled out a bottle for her. He placed it just so in front of her as if he was presenting her with an award. It wasn’t a beer, but a clear liquid in a lovely bottle. Blue lettering in cursive. No graphics. Elegant. Hank enjoyed a bit of gin, too.
“It’s the one I told you about. Leopold’s Summer Gin. Batch #2. The one with that flower…immortal?”
“Oh, yes, immortelle, helichrysum.”
“Yeah that’s the one. I told you I’d find you a bottle. There aren’t anymore left in town. It was a small batch. I got the last one.”
She and Hank were an odd couple, if couple was the right term. He was as much of a connoisseur of beer and an occasional gin as she was with herbs in her garden. Who would know that the two would cross and make sense? But they did.
Hank turned on Pandora. He knew what Rose liked but always started with his channel.
“Bye bye happiness. Hello, loneliness. I think I’m gonna cry…” trailed out of the speakers, through the kitchen window following the trail of the moon as it made its way across the sky and back down again. They sipped gin straight with a bit of ice and talked for hours about nothing, but mostly about everything that made them two of a kind…
And yet, so separate that Hank gathered a blanket and gently covered Rosewood curled up on the couch as he locked the door behind him.
There was a full moon that night. There was always a full moon’s glow for Hank and Rosewood.
Our writing group met last night. We had new members join us and our prompt master was more than masterful.
My luck of the draw’s image and opening line was: There was a full moon that night; there was always a full moon now.
I do not have an attribution for either images or the prompt. If anyone knows, please let me know!