My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly  #writephoto challenge:

Photo Credit: Sue Vincent

She was forever looking away. Her back pressed against the trunk of the oak sought the grounding Earth below.

 Will you not turn, just once, so I can see your face? The sun god’s plea was held in each drop of mist. His love hovered over her skin. One billion kisses ready to penetrate her pores, but Diana chose the sheath of the moon’s light. Her gaze always turned to the hunt of darkness.

The shadowland beckoned as the sun god gave up the futile quest for victory, and Diana rose from her rest beneath the oak and slung her quiver of arrows over her shoulder. She had dreams to chase through the hills and valleys.

Night was the time when memories ran wild and played with fear and hope. Those who would be fooled called…