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extracted text: as A short short story: MOONLIGHT PROMISE By Avelina N. Novelero see any reason to part from it* she answered back casually. Let’s Fely. she gazed at “I will see about that,” I retorted. smiled. You can’t wait A moon, I broke in the yellow moon. “No, thank you,” she “You must be crazy. for the man in the moon,” I said jokingly to her and scampered along. Fely was only eighteen when she be gan to love the beauty of the moon. Every moonlight night she would stay alone by her window, staring pensively at the moon, oblivious to anything. In her simplicity, Fely was not bad to look at. Any young man would have liked to bring her away from the moon, but there was something inspirational in the moon that she did not long for company, be it friendly or what She was faithful to the moon.. . . Every passerby would stop and with her but she never would give them delight; every serenader would sing to her but she simply ignored their plaintive songs. “What kind of a woman are you? What kind of a heart do you have?” I asked her one night. “I simply love the moon and can’t any not. talk No wonder talk among her who desired to be in her company. What makes her so much in love with that so lomo-faced moon?—everybody asked and wondered. No one seemed to know. Almost a year passed and Fely still could not break away from the moon. She had no friends anymore except the moon. When the moon did not shine, Fely, too, did not shine. . .. It was September when the Japanese began releasing Filipino prisoners of war from Capas and Fely also began singing “Moon of Desire, Bring Back My Darling”. Everyone who heard her sing the melody commented, “Your man in the moon can never come to you.” In one of those nights, church bells were heard chiming their olel melody, ding-dong, come along. “I promised to wait. Now we have realized our dreams this moonlight night,” Fely beamed on her friends. She was radiant in her happiness—made more radiant by the silvery moonlight streaks streaming across her face.... Fely was the center of male contemporaries August, 1947 Page 27
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