Talking To the Moon

Andoy sat behind the window made out of capiz shells. The wind whispers gently with the cold air of December. It was already dawn but Andoy remains awake as the moon lit the whole San Carmona, spreading its  mystique and luminiscence.

Gently, he opened the old window and put his both palms on his cheeks. He looked from the vast dark skies and the luminous moon captured his attention. The moon on that night was full. the reddish color of it  was like the color of blood, yet behind to it  was an unmistakable glow, making it more mysterious.

It was breathtaking yet the picturesque scene made Andoy lingered more emotions from his past. He put off his palms from his chin and one hand he placed inside his  pocket and took the box of Philip Morris from it. It was freezing cold. Ironic because its was summer.  Maybe the monsoons lost its way and the cold wind was present that night.

He opened the box and from there took a stick of menthol cigarette, thinking that a puff would warm him up. He moved his right hand and positioned it, cupped to cover the cold wind from blowing off the flame.
He looked again to the moon. And now he saw stars twinkling in the background. He took one deep breath and puffed. The smokes of the cigarette were like that little clouds which covered the mystic moon.Same clouds that blinded his path from recovering from a tragic night one full moon.

A memory of the past was coming back to Andoy. The picture of the red moon always brought him back to a past...a lonely past. Flashes of the it kept coming back to him where once the young Andoy was desperately looking for his sweetheart; calling mightily at the top of his voice, looking for the beautiful Cecilia.


It was just like this mystic night where the moon was full and screaming red when he found his beloved bathing in her own red crimson.

Raped...

Devoured...

Abused..

Stabbed...

Struggling her battle for life,lying helplessly. moaning from pain and gasping air to breathe for her to live and yet Cecilia lost the battle and its not too long when the beautiful Cecilia was proclaimed..


MURDERED!!!!!   Lifeless in his lap.


"Why moon? " he uttered.  'Why did you not watch and protect her when I was not there?!"


A tear fell from his cheek. His grief was never cured after that one mystic night where the moon was full and was screaming red.