Girl in the Moonlight

   

         The moonlight shone off her hair reveling dark blue highlights in her metallic black hair. She looked over the edge of the balcony at the ghostly white full moon reflected on the dark water surface in the small lake below. The wind blew across her face, ruffling her hair, moving her eyes to the sky. She stood with a commanding air. Her thoughts wove through her mind like a seamstress, sewing fabric together. They almost collided with each other, but separated once more. She rested her hand on the smooth, white marble. The rock was cold to the first touch. It was smooth as she ran her hand along the edge. Her hand paused as her fingers wound around it. She heard footsteps approaching the spot where she stood moving only her hand to take her knife from her belt. As the footsteps stopped, she paused, her muscles tensed, but loosening again as a familiar voice spoke.