Little moons

Mango's fingers hovered over the scattered moonstones. 

Her elbows rested on the cluttered table though there was no purpose in what she did anymore. 

She had been sitting there for hours, trying to reassemble the fragments of the broken moonstone. Small, jagged shards no bigger than her nail lay in a disjointed pattern like an unfinished puzzle.

She sighed, nudging a piece with her fingertip…another futile attempt to fit together what had been shattered beyond repair.

"Kieran's obsession", she thought bitterly. "His desperation." She knew it was pointless. The stones would never align again. 

Useless.

She sighed and wiped her brow, frowning as her fingertips came away slightly smeared with silver dust from the shards. 

They both knew it wouldn't work.But she humoured him, if only to keep his restless energy at bay.

She kept pretending.

Even lies deserved good costumes.

She reached for another fragment…when it hit her.