It was a murky dark night. The lonely moon cast its counterfeit reflection on the lake’s motionless crystal surface. Over the bulrushes surrounding the lake fireflies’ flickers died in the smoggy mist. Disturbing the silence were monotonous whirring of vexatious infinitesimal creatures. The mist hovered above the water like a thousand lost souls damned to eternity.
Across the lake, she looked up at the oddly-shaped moon from the balcony where she stood setting up a table for two. She looked radiant in her backless dark blue evening gown. The cicadas were already out celebrating with a droning tune. Optimistic for his arrival, she lit the candles that were placed gracefully on top of the mouthwatering Black Forest. Minute after minute she waited, deeply burning with the movement of the flame as the breeze swayed.
It was hopeless. He wasn’t coming. And it was only yesterday that he’d left her with the promise of tomorrow. She leaned over and blew the candles. As the smoke ascended, it drew an image of what could’ve been a splendid birthday. Soon, the smoke faded, and with it her birthday spirit.
Dedicated to naughtycorner