A Dark Night in a Never-ending Past

should have been the best a little red candle insurance burning bright exorcising spirits gone, the inferno of torment peace, resolution not ours

Itchy Feet

Rebecca stood waiting at the door. She'd knocked once, twice, three times. Biting her lip, she started turning away before the lock clicked and the door creaked open. "I ..." she began. "You are expected," answered a wizened hag. That didn't properly describe her, she must have been beautiful once. She moved with a grace that belied her years, and she still had her figure.