Loren Pugh

The girl in the dark

I accidentally made a sound and she turned her head to look at me, even though she was at least 100m away. She was standing on the side of the road, in the middle of the night pale as a ghost. Her face so round it was nearly heart shaped. Pity that those eyes weren’t nearly as warm, black as obsidian daggers staring at me, daring me to approach her, like she could see all the thoughts running through my mind. I on the other hand saw nothing but her. She was taller than I, tan skin to my pasty white. I walked past her and as our skin was side by side it reminded me of something. I thought she was going to say something so hesitated, but not a sound was uttered and I kept walking past, just wishing that one of those long arms would reach out and stop me from walking away from her ever again.