It's time for Five Sentence Fiction! The word for this week is MOON.
The snow shimmered, reflected moonbeams radiating back toward the night sky, easily escaping the gravitational pull of the earth.
“I wonder where that light is going?” Owen murmured to himself as he gazed up at the night sky.
The chill of the snow was sinking through his clothes, and he had no doubt that his skin had taken on a distinctly bluish hue by that point, but there was nothing to be done about it. Using his remaining strength, he turned his head slightly, and upon seeing how much of the snow surrounding him was darkened with blood that looked almost black, he knew without a doubt that a chill would have overtaken his body either way.
Owen, as he looked back up at the moon, silently acknowledged that perhaps this was not a good night to go for a stroll after all, and waited for the last of his life to slip free of the gravitational bonds of the world he knew and ride out with the scattered beams of light.