it waited for her…


It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.

Excerpt: Don’t Look Back, Grace Willows


Doing?  Shivering.   It’s October there is a chill in the wind.   I feel restless.  I haven’t, in a long time, taken a walk at night.  I believe tonight is the night….

Now, for the important stuff,  <rubbing hands together>  where’s my flask?