Flash Fiction Friday: Spooky Moon
She gripped her elbows. The sound of her heels shouting out her frustration against the pavement in a rapid chorus of retreat and anger. Dammit! She was tired of fighting.
The chill of the night air moved through her thin, silk blouse. She folded her arms in closer rubbing her hands up and down for warmth as the moon disappeared behind the clouds. Darkness fell on her like a veil. Footsteps echoed and chills crawled up her spine. She turned, trembling, to face the shadows of the night. “Hello?”