99-word fiction – Moonlight
The full moon lit the winter sky, its cold light streamed through the small window high above the man’s head, and illuminated the white walls which turned the night to day, and glinted off the chrome taps on the steel basin. Even his tin cup of water shone with a small square of light. The man couldn’t sleep, his back felt every lump under the thin mattress. He pulled the blanket around his cold body.
He had once counted the passing of the full moon but had long ago accepted he would never walk free in the moonlight again.
My Words, My World 
I felt the chill just reading this! A poignant story.
Thank you Esther.
I’m currently on a 99-word a day every dat roll. It started as an exercise but I’m enjoying it.
99 and a half just won’t do, as the song goes. 😊