This Old Moon—Corvus Review—Issue 22

Moonlight slashed through branches, striping Miriam’s face. Brake lights flashed beyond the window with her soon-to-be-ex-husband’s jabbing stomp and left turn. Recently, as a fingernail sliver, this very moon watched his skin, silvery, against a stranger’s. As if Miriam were still riding through the fifteen years of his shitty driving, her body jerked and swayed. An ache expanded in her chest: the thinning skin of an overfull balloon. How had this very moon shot a molten beam rippling across the pooling river onto her own body entwined with his? Witnessed their abandoned wolf howls? Illuminated their snow angels on the frozen lake? One breath. Another. Now the lycan light puddled in submission at her feet. Yes, it would light her way again.