MOON
A Short Story by Gwen Gyldenege
She stood, hunched and bent in a rather awkward position facing the moon, desperate to capture its magnificence. Starting to rise it was gigantic, pink, and glowing despite being cloaked by clouds.
As he walked to the restaurant, he watched her with interest. "Did you get it?"
"Huh?" She said as she pulled herself out of deep concentration. "Oh. Yes. But it's not the same." She replied sadly.
"I tried with my phone too, but its no where near what you see." He said and waited to cross the busy intersection.
She pondered over her captures, thinking the very same thing. Then thought to say, "you just have to be artistic with it then. Have you tried HDR?" But her nerves got the best of her and the chance was lost.
"Another day, another fish." The moon whispered.
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As he walked to the restaurant, he watched her with interest. "Did you get it?"
"Huh?" She said as she pulled herself out of deep concentration. "Oh. Yes. But it's not the same." She replied sadly.
"I tried with my phone too, but its no where near what you see." He said and waited to cross the busy intersection.
She pondered over her captures, thinking the very same thing. Then thought to say, "you just have to be artistic with it then. Have you tried HDR?" But her nerves got the best of her and the chance was lost.
"Another day, another fish." The moon whispered.
#story #storytelling #moon#water #missedlove #stupidcupid #lostchance#nexttime
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