The moonlight, tonight, exuded exceptional radiance, retiring the darkness early. It seemed so surreal.
Maybe it was the mind, playing some tricks.
He left me, at the altar, to marry a young upcoming model. And today, she left him for a rich and powerful industrialist.
He burst into tears, helplessly.
And I, somehow, smiled. Wickedly.
PS: Just trying to write 55 Fiction stories.. :-)
PPS: The pic is from the net.