Your four line prose prompt this Friday shall be: a full moon.
Wow, it's the end of April already? Very exciting!
Still making steady progress with the healing thing. Only moderately stir crazy so far.
The moon is full, yellowed and lurking just above the horizon as though its weight is too much for the night sky to lift up. The air against my skin is still warm but cooling all too rapidly; I wish I'd thought to bring a jacket when I'd left the house this afternoon.
The grass in the meadow tickles my calves as I walk towards the tree line, my hands buried in the pockets of my shorts, the fingers of my right hand toying with the object I'd found on the porch this morning.
I don't know what I'm going to say when I reach Miguel's house, but I do know I'm not leaving until all my questions are answered.