The Moon 

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The assembled crowd huddled together as the biting wind cut across the field they’d gathered in. Winter was on it’s way and it didn’t seem to be in the best of moods. On a night like this most people would normally have been in their homes, fires lit and windows barred. But these were not normal times. As the wind sliced through them they heard a voice high above them, a voice they recognised. “Citizens,’ it cried, “Yesterday you disappointed me and I took away your sun. Take care not to upset me again or you will lose your moon.”

MikeJackson©2016

Day 17 of my Drabble Project
(100 x 100 word stories in the month of October).
Story 45.

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