Mystery Man
It's nearing the witching hour, and still thoughts of you play across my consciousness. Dark thoughts....secret thoughts....thoughts of our time together.....The full moon masquerade was, in spite of being my favorite event of the year, boring. The same people in the same costumes, making their masks unnecessary. I smooth my aubergine dress and adjust the feathers adorning my face, desperate for-something. For someone. And, as if by magic, you appear. Like you stepped out of my head and onto...