The Moon over the Lake a scene from Fly; The Light Princess Retold
The Moon over the Lake 
a scene from Fly; The Light Princess Retold fiction2016 stories
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heathercushmandwriter of kisses in a world gone wrong.
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Amelia is not like an ordinary fairytale princess. She's airborne, literally. She’s prone to loop-de-loos and throwing lavish punk rock parties. She is always aloft and never ever comes down.< br/>< br/>Hank is worried about the increasing water shortages. Big worries—hunger, thirst, and the fate of his village. He carries them deep, but what can he do? He’s just a guitar-playing, surfer boy from the village, after all.< br/>< br/>Hank asks the Princess to intervene with the King and his big, looming dam, but she doesn't seem to care. The Princess never worries, and barely understands. < br/>< br/>Until one night, Amelia asks, "Guitar Boy, will you play me a song?" and causes Hank's heart to play the beat before he can even answer, "Yes, Princess, I wrote one for you." < br/>< br/>Would you like to read the whole book? Sign up for my email list and I'll give you the book for free ;o)

The Moon over the Lake a scene from Fly; The Light Princess Retold

by H. D. Knightley

The Princess Amelia made a quick kick and rushed forward through the water. “Hank?” “Yes?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward a waiting kiss.

Hank was so shocked that he almost pulled back and away, but his hands reached out involuntarily, and pulled her face toward his. They met halfway and kissed and kissed and kissed.

Amelia was no longer airborne, she was earthbound. Hank had lost his footing and was flung to heaven. Their midpoint was the last place they’d ever want to leave.

Finally, Amelia said into Hank’s ear, “Hank?” “Yes?” “Did you hear me say that I was going to be married?” Hank pulled his head back and looked into Amelia’s face. “Oh. When?” “Soon,” she said,

and kissed him again, but this time it felt like a kiss goodbye. “That’s not fair,” he said, “to kiss me hello and goodbye in almost precisely the same moment.”

She slowly pulled her arms away from around his neck and went back to making treading movements with her hands, humming quietly to herself. Hank scrutinized her face.

“Princess? What are you going to do?” “I’m going to do what I’ve always done, Hank. I’ll go with the flow. I’m sure it will all be fine.”

Hank had no idea what to do, or say, so he did the stupidest thing ever — plowed his arm forward splashing a torrent of water right at the Princess’s face. Splooosh!

“What the?!” Hank panicked. “Oh, I’m sorry, Oh." He wiped her face. She pushed herself forward and kissed him again.

He couldn’t think of anything but kissing her back. They kissed and kissed in earnest until Hank sensed her lips change. She was beginning to giggle.

He pulled a moment’s breadth away, and asked, “What’s funny?” “You splashed the Princess!” Hank laughed too, their arms still wrapped around each other.

“I hate to tell you Princess, but when I get in trouble for all this, it won’t be the splashing that’s the reason.” He kissed her again.

“You’re the first person to ever do this.” “Kiss you?” “Touch me.” There was sadness in her voice—the first he’d ever heard. “No one’s ever touched you?”

“They’d have to catch me first and no one bothers to try." Hank wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to his heart. His mouth rested on the top of her hair.

His mind wondering, What will I do? What do I do?

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