Bijoux

A full moon illuminates the evening sky. Breezy gusts of wind break the lingering humidity of the past few days. Light footsteps and subtle voices occasionally disrupt the conversation at hand. Looking forward, I see a glowing fountain dead center in the pond, reflecting the moon's luminescence. The bridge to my right has a majestic essence, draped lights tempting lovers to steal a kiss. To my left a fish leaps from the water deterring my concentration. As he continues to speak, I'm more distracted; gazing at his profile until the green chroma of his eyes meet mine. A sharp, devious movement catches my eye. Viciously black, what I deem to be a tarantula, slinks down the stone ledge beside us. My frantic expression causes him to glance over and chuckle, then take my hand, leading me down a dimly lit path.