Moon Shadow Love

He remembers the night Alexandria went missing, the ghost-like clouds floating across the moon, the air scented like autumn in a forest.

They walked to Firefly’s, their local pub, and he remembers candlelight reflecting in her emerald eyes, sparkling like Christmas tinsel.

There were whispers, fingertips brushed against palms, lips drenched in tequila and lime, and her cheeks flushed with longing and adoration like a delicate blush on a golden apple.

Then she went to order more drinks and suddenly… disappeared…

Following desperate futile searches… his sliver of concern blossomed into panic-filled-terror as hours turned into days, weeks and months…