The picture prompt for this week's Friday Fictioneer's came from Madison Wood's blog,, where links to the other authors contributions can also be found. As someone who has always felt a strong connection to the moon, this has to be my favorite prompt to date.
Drops of dew cling to my skin as I brush the pine boughs aside, ignoring the way the sharp needles catch at my hair, tugging at it as I pass through the limbs and step into the clearing. Shadows dance across the meadow, as midnight clouds chase across the sky. Casting a nervous glance over my shoulder, I creep along the edge of the meadow, staying as close to the tree line as I can manage, I move towards the far edge of the meadow and the freedom I hope to find there.