“Who are you?” She whispered to the
dark that dove throughout the room.
“A ghost of the dreams you thought you
had forgotten.” Came a silky smooth reply. She smiled in the silver sweetness
of the moonlight that slipped in through a slit in the curtains.
“And why do you come to me now? To what
purpose, if the memories are already lost?” The voice was cultured and dulcet,
hinting at a sweetness now embittered by mistrust.
The silence thickened as phantom
footsteps ceased to rove about.
“To give you what you seek.”
“And what do I seek?” She asked, the
question dripping with cynical decorum. His reply was suddenly fearsomely close
to her ear, though the darkness showed nothing there.
“To no longer be alone.”
The mask of coy skepticism fell, and
she whirled to catch the shadow of a nameless thief. He was already gone.
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