Last Piece
Davis, Veronica Hugging myself, I glance around the lot. The lights in the trailer are dim, and a dreamcatcher hangs from the awning and sways with the wind. An ivory glow circles the moon while the fire reflects off the leaves like a flutter of burning butterflies. Dark clouds roll in, it'll rain later. I can feel it in my bones.
It's nights like this- when the air is crisp with spring-that I remember what it felt like to live in this park, so close to your ...