It was a starless sky and the village was too boisterous. The children were busy making snowballs and playing along their friends; teenagers were busy making their scenes; couples torridly kissing inside their cars. It was winter solstice, and the moon was distinctly luminous.
He was waiting for his band mates while smoking the last cigarette in his pocket. An hour passed, yet he was still alone. He started whispering cusses until he caught a glimpse of this girl who walked languidly with her frail body. hHis cell phone rang.
She dragged her body towards the lamp post, but she collapsed. No one was there to help; she was invisible. Her eyes turned above and saw the moon. She raised her hands trying to reach for it, but she failed. It was too distant, too unreachable.
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