Midnight Tableau

Embracing, two silhouetted figures danced slowly behind a sheer chartuese curtain.   Under the streetlamp, Lyla sighed listlessly- her ghostly breath momentarily blurring the scene.   The final notes of Debussy’s nocturne spilled from the second story window while Lyla continued to stare   unblinkingly, and swayed alone beneath the pale, unforgiving moon. Advertisements