The Gathering

A Tale of Dancing on a Precipice

A crisp autumn breeze was felt against the young man’s back of neck. How his long soft blond hair danced near his ears and sides of face. He was to meet his Fate that night in the Parking lot though he didn’t quite know How it would take place.

A story unfolded in his excited addled brain. How he craved to be part of something bigger at the Estate.

He had visited, oh yes. A Year had gone by but hearing all of the experiences and stories which transpired there , had caused his curiosity to arise.

He had sat in his car for at least thirty minutes before, he got out to act as though he was to Jog a Trail. His heart beat quick into his lungs and ears. A pricking of energy appeared, under his skin. She was already watching and the tale was to begin.

A somber note sung itself in the cool breeze, a radio blasted from nearby. A white van revved its engine, allowing him to see that he wasn’t alone. He queried aloud , “Excuse me, do I know you?” Even though he Did. He had to play the part of an innocent.

Her waist length brown hair appeared through the wide opened driver’s window, before he could even see a face.

She didn’t answer right away and this brought a bit of a Haste.