Nightshade
In the heart of the Riviera, on the coast of The City of Angels, a dark, graceful figure tenuously makes her way across a wall of cinder blocks. In one swift leap she lands on the wet sand below. She tilts her head up, breathes in the salty ocean air, and cautiously analyzes her surroundings. Her ears turn to listen to the the ocean's sounds. The air contains the mildly nostalgic fragrance of lilac. The pale moonlight pours into her vibrant, nearly ultraviolet eyes. Most of the citizens near the oasis have retired for the night, all but one young person. He is still awake, alone in his downstairs bedroom, dreaming, and watching the palm trees sway in the light, underneath of the stars. And as she returns to wandering along the coastline, she passes beside the complex of upper-middle class flats. Captivated by the one light left on, she alights on the window sill, and enters through the open window.…
