choice - chapter 1, part I

"Standing around,

wearing a crown of apathy"

~Stone Temple Pilots, Piece of Pie

The storm had ended, the night ripped open painfully dark. The moon tore through the black set night like shredded velvet, the wispy tendrils caressed the full face of the yellow moon. A faint echoing down the bare city street, a clicking of metallic boot heels against the pavement, as down the middle of the road she walked. A stray faint arcing of blue as the steel tipped heels found a pebble in the pavement. Attired in a full black leather trench coat, billowing out behind her, her gait was swift and even, hands balled to fists shoved into the front pockets. Damp red hair curled in tangled wayward waves down her back. She was walking home. The buses had stopped an hour ago, and well a cab would not be caught dead here in this part of town. To her left the Cemetery came to view. Silence wrapped itself icy fingers all around her. Not even a rat or alley cat ventured forth. An odd eerie luminescent glow game over her each time she passed under the street lamps that lined the road. She left the road and turned into the Cemetery, taking the short-cut home meant it would cut off at least thirty minutes off her walking time.
Into the Cemetery she traversed, without really a second thought pushing open the rusted wrought iron gates. Now her boot heels clicked and echoed through the sanctuary of the Cemetery. She had no fear of waking anyone up here, everyone was dead asleep. She snickered and disappeared into the darkness. The low laying mist grabbed and snatched around her booted feet as she walked down the narrow lane……………………………

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