Diana has another intriguing photo for her March prompt…
The Day The Moon Began To Disappear
A fine dust was falling from the sky, coating everything with a light, ethereal film. The dust settled on the ground like a warm snow fall, yet as I stepped upon it, my feet sank, as if in sand. The powder swallowed each foot and released it as it took it’s next step, leaving not a blemish upon its surface. A strange smell filled the atmosphere.
And that moon… it drew me closer and closer. The eerie glow from the eclipse was almost hypnotic.
I reached the point at which it looked like I was standing directly below this usually friendly satellite of the earth, then squinted upwards. The advice was to never look directly at the sun, but the moon was in the way so I felt no fear.
Until I realised that…
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