Suspended in the heavens by black velvet thread, a night like any other heaved a sigh and shed tears of despair.
It was time.
Wood- smoke escaping the campfire snaked around trees as gentle rain caressed two figures silhouetted against the flames.
“Dance with me again,” she pressed play and moved her body seductively against his.
“No you must go now. The old tales are true ...I can feel the change in me.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, how could they be?” she smiled up at him.
His eyes glowed yellow, and his lips peeled back revealing dangerous canines.
She stopped smiling.