AN EXCERPT FROM MIDNIGHT RITUAL
In the pale yellow beams of the moon Joseph could see
her halo of long golden curls and the soft brown color of her skin. He was engaged in his own nightly ritual of
watching her nightly ritual.
The first time he saw her peculiar dance in the
moonlight was strictly an accident. He
had just moved in and was up late. He
had arrived at the rent house in the late afternoon, unpacked, ate and began
setting up his work area. Around
midnight he went into the bedroom to go to sleep, and that’s when he spotted
her.
Her house could barely be seen through the trees and
shrubs, and it wasn’t until he pulled the drapes closed that he first saw
her. She was twirling slowly in a
circle, her white nightdress billowing out around her. Her hair looked like a thick mat of ropes,
golden in the moonlight. She stopped
and raised her arms toward the moon.
He couldn’t see her face.
Suddenly Joseph felt guilty for invading her privacy
and pulled away from the window. What
was she doing? How old is she? His curiosity took over and he peered back
out the window, but she was gone. He
waited, gave up, looked out later, and gave up again.
He had checked every night since that first night almost two weeks ago, and every night he saw her doing the same ritual, then she walked out of his sight.
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