The apartment echoed when she dropped her keys onto the countertop. The digital clock of her old VCR flashed the time.
Midnight.
Another year had passed. She was older.
Helena peeled off her black trench and slung it over the back of the couch. She sat and kicked her feet up onto the wooden coffee table.
The night held no grudges and never passed judgment. Most disappeared within the night. Most were lonesome in the night. Helena always felt alone, day or night. But when the darkness absorbed her, she couldn’t recognize her solitude.
Five after midnight.
Gotham needed patrolling.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Sandy P.! I'm glad you're writing again, and I'm excited to be able to read what you're writing! You have a knack for bringing characters to life. Also, it's national novel writing month (there really is a month for everything)! So you should think about that, hmmmm : ) http://cba-ramblings.blogspot.com/2009/11/writing-first-draft.html
ReplyDelete