Feathers in the Moonlight

The boys face contorted. Never in his years of catching rule-breakers did he see someone accept it out of their own will. Their own choice. Never.

As they stared at each other, only inches away, a white feather, as white as an angel’s descended between the faces.

It floated down peacefully, despite all the chaos, and landed in Spes’ one piece that was spread across the floor.

The moon had never shone as brightly as it did that night.