WRITING:

     There was no moon in the sky tonight. I sat, legs crossed on the front porch swing, the cherry of my Marlboro the only light in the quiet blackness.

     The wind picked up. A relaxing whisper of cool air in the otherwise stuffy heat of Florida weather. Usually, I liked sitting alone. But not tonight. Something about the whispering wind had my heart racing.
     I flicked my cigarette and stood up. It was then that I noticed it. A shadow. Barely visible at the end of the driveway. I was afraid to move. Afraid to breathe. Maybe if I just stood completely still...