At Evenings Dusk

Preface

As I dashed through the loathsome crowd, I uttered various excuse me's as I rammed through the callous congregation. Through all of the numerous voices and jeering, I found difficulty in finding his smooth husk tone. Turbulent as I was, I ignored the gasps at my pallid appearance and ill-manner, because once I heard his words-his perfect silky words, none of it mattered anymore. I felt alive-well. The emptiness inside me was not healed-it was as if it was never there. Mom said that's how she felt when she's found Edward again. Like her whole world just found purpose meaning. My head jerked in his direction and I could see him beginning to remove his clothing. This was it. The clocks boisterous dong sounded thunderous in my ears, it's malevolent sound marking dusk. Leaping forward, I felt as if my time had run out as I saw the shuddering wave move down his bare spine. The clock struck at evenings dusk, marking my final hour.