50 Word Stories: Nocturnal

Staring at the moon was more than a pastime, more than a fad, for we had no time for such trifles. The celestial seeped into our bloodstreams each night turning crimson to silver, warmth to enduring cold, desire to determination. We would last forever, hands held, eyes locked, eternally nocturnal.

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