Tasia Knaack

Their Moon Ran out of Time

His cold hands cradled her face. Her jaw fit perfectly in his palms. “What now,” he whispered in a voice so familiar. “What do you think happens now?” She stared down into the darkness. Her eyes welled with tears that never fell. Her stale lips quivered, cold breath barely escaping them. “This world…” he trailed off. “You can't escape it. Any of it”. She faded into her head. Dizzy with memories. The swings. Back, and forth. Back, and forth. Her head would have fallen if it weren’t for his hands. He tipped her chin, ever so slightly, up towards the moon.