Full Moon

The moon hangs full and low tonight. It's odd. The people in this sleepy village claim that crazy things happen here when the moon is full. The smallest madness in a being gets magnified, and explodes to the surface. Tears roll slowly down her face as she laughs at the thought.

The yellow orb reflects unsteadily on the waves. From this distance their sound is a gentle splashing, but they look fierce and strong and undecided. Like a madman unsure of his goal. They seem to have an almost thick, viscous texture as they roll up on the shore. They seem hungry, their mouths wide open - nipping at the young couple ambling in the sand hand-in-hand, nearly swallowing up the old man walking his dog, and slyly edging towards the little girl holding fast to her father's hand. A little giggle escapes her - despite the hand she has fisted against her mouth.

What a fanciful thought... lunar insanity. She feels the rain on her bare feet as she walks towards the edge. The drops make cleansing splatters on her bloody feet. The light from the moon hits her face, and makes the rivers down her face glisten. And as she steps off the cliff, she falls with the knowledge that it hasn't rained.

She's been crying.