The Weeping Woman
The night was a pitch dark around them. Angel struggled for breath on the ground by her side, crumpled in the sodden grass. Marisela could no longer see through her tears as she pressed her hand to his wound, oozing hot blood through her fingers. Her whole body shook and she sucked in a breath when a tall specter burned white at the corner of her eye. She turned quickly and the wailing woman was like a shaft of fallen moonlight, her toes pointed as she floated above the ground. She watched the couple with large, limpid eyes, her mouth closed and flat.
