Folksburywoods Story Blog

“Do you remember when we first came here so long ago?” asked the matron of the miner.

“I remember a very nervous young man whose palms sweat and heart raced,” replied Gojeck.

“You were so afraid I would feel your wet hands that you kept them in your pockets the whole time,” mused Anya.

“Do you remember the words I spoke to you as the stars streaked across the sky?” the miner asked the matron.

“I remember a poem about lost love and how we sometimes need to leap before we look,” answered Anya.

“I remember your eyes,” said the two in unison, then chuckled.

The matron and the miner stood and watched the waxing crescent sail across the midnight sky, then walked hand in hand back to their home in silence.

Before entering their home, Gojeck turned and bowed to the moon while Anya blew a kiss for luck.

“Goodnight, old friend, may you watch over Ãlskad and her people during these dark times,” whispered Anya, who followed her husband into their home for the night.

The moon remained silent as it sailed slowly across the sky to dawn.