Mark Waller

Return of the Night Owl

Bruno moved closer to where the commotion was coming from. Peering through the leaves and branches as he drew nearer, he could see by the moonlight, a couple with interlocked arms, walking down the little jetty out onto the lake, on this warm summer’s night. With a wicker picnic basket swinging in his hand, he had dark hair cropped short, light short sleeved shirt, dark shorts and deck shoes on. Her with her long curled dark hair falling over her white cotton summer dress a picture of a secret romantic moment.