Hillary Scott

Live Another Day

Moonlight cast its light and total darkness had become asunder. The frigid wind chill shook the foundation of her deep concentration and resoluteness. She stood up from the creaky wooden steps and lit the old porch light with her pocket zippo. Shortly, moths gravitated to its warmth and luminosity. She marveled at their joy and excitement but could not empathize. Although she was empty, she had a very important choice to make.