Another prompt from Lillie McFerrin.
The dappled silver spotlights wavered as a cloud passed before the moon. She’d never seen it so bright, never knew that it could light the world like the daylight’s silver sister.
They wouldn’t be happy if they knew she was out, and the thought made her smile. The crickets murmured, low and constant, and the moon glowed, it seemed, in a contented way.
The breeze was warm and his house was less than half a mile away.