The hunt

The twinkling of stars above and below. He reached for her hand in that moment of serenity.Heart pounding, millions of questions popping up like a hideous devil making his palm sweat cold. She tilted her head in a way that made him catch his breath mid way. 

She leaned towards him and whispered into his ear ” Only if you will get me a firefly will i be yours.”

Walking ahead he realized that a lion’s paw wasn’t meant for such hunts.

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