A skinny moon is more dangerous than a full moon: “I know that now,” he said.
A furtive meeting in the shadow of the dunes. Two people where they didn’t belong. Just him and her alone, that was the problem. A thin strap slipped off her shoulder at the wrong time. Her sudden big eyes, the comprehension, the oh no.
“A mistake for sure, but not her fault, not really mine,” he said, pleading to the twelve. He was just trying to teach her a lesson, there under that shiv of a moon, stabbed into the star-freckled flesh of the sky.