Flash Fiction Friday, brought to you on Saturday

Dottie at Tink's Place has come up with the idea for a Monday Morning Flash Fiction challenge. Each Monday a new picture prompt will be posted and if you choose to participate - you publish your Fiction Flash  on Friday - 350 words, give or take.

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Before the Moon

by Blodeuedd

She was sad, sure there was anger in her heart too but mostly it was the sadness that overwhelmed her. The moon was full and hung low over the sky tonight. Butterflies played around her as she stood on the cliff, their wings sparkling golden in the light of the moon. She felt the wings on her own back, begging her to fly away. To play with them throughout the night, but she stood still on her cliff and gazed upon the moon. So beautiful, so serene. So alone. Now the anger was back and she bit her lip as the memories flooded her.

She was just a young angel, guarding groves and temples, and he was everything she wanted. Handsome, strong, the God of the Sun. He drove his chariot across the sky every day and each night he came to her and they made love in the grass. She ached for him when he was away and he whispered sweet words to her as they soared to the sky. But like all things it came to an end, a painful end. He was to marry the hag, the Moon. She may look pretty on the sky but Carena knew better. The moon was past her prime, not like Carena who was young and fresh. This was a match made for the Gods, by the Gods. The sun and moon needed children as the moon was lonely on the night sky. But Carena was still angry and swore that if he ever came near her again she would cut that which he praised the most off. So he sulked in the shadows and she tried to go on with her life, but each night the moon taunted her for what she had lost and the anger and sadness grew and grew. Until the night she went to her cliff, where she now stood.

Slowly she let the fabric around her slip down and she stood naked before the moon. A smile now lay on her lips.
“Feast on this bitch!” She shouted and felt the moon grow angry. The Moon would never have be young of body again. And there was something else Carena also had hidden. She touched her rounded belly and smiled once again. She would not be alone. Let him have his moon.

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I have not yet decided what her child would be, the Sun and Moon would have stars, but what would and Angel and the Sun have...