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Moonlight
Sometimes when George looked out of his bedroom window at night, he swore he could see Fred. It would only happen suddenly and was gone as soon as it came. George would catch glimpses of Fred lying on the grass, dancing in the moonlight and sometimes, only sometimes, George thought he could see Fred smiling at him, beckoning him to come closer.
The first night that happened. George leaned out the window and saw Fred standing in the moonlight, smiling, arms outstretched. But George quickly shut the window and turned off the light. He thought he was going crazy. Or maybe he already was crazy. Either way, both thought scared him. So he quickly dismissed the image of Fred to lack of sleep. And that was that.
The second night, George waited a little longer, before he closed the window. George wasn't sure what was wrong with him anymore. Was he crazy? It didn't feel like it. But the cries of baby Roxanne quickly eliminated all thoughts of Fred from his mind.
The third night, George didn't close the window. He stood there, by the window, gazing at Fred's image. He wanted to look away, yet at the same time, he didn't want to look away. So he stood there, lost in an internal battle, staring into Fred's eyes. He didn't move at all, until Angelina told him to, 'Shut the ruddy window! It's freezing in here!'
The fourth night was the last night. George sat by the window and watched Fred. Fred spent a little longer outside that night. He danced between the daisies, he climbed up the trees and lay on the grass. Fred got up and started walking towards the window. George knew what he was going to do next, and he was right. Fred smiled and opened his arms, beckoning George to jump into his arms. George gazed at Fred a little longer, at the ruffled orange hair, twinkling brown eyes and youthful grin. George gave him one more glance, before jumping into Fred's arms.
They found his body the next morning. Angelina had found George's body, twisted and broken on the grass. She had cried when she saw the body. But she stopped when she saw his face. He was smiling. She had never seen him smile like that, not since they were teens. Angelina was heart broken, but she smiled.
And sometimes, sometimes late at night, just outside the window, Angelina could swear she saw two figures dancing and playing in the garden.
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