Ignore the reek of feces in the air, the bloodstains on the ground, and you have yourself a glorious night.

The night had darkened to the murky sort where the air hung like descending clouds and the overhead branches made the liquid darkness even more impenetrable.

The Cottage Diner’s homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.