The October air moved in great gusts, filling her lungs; then her heart beat strong, warm blood pumping, blushing her pale skin–the woman breathed. And she awakened in a pit, fully alive in the light of Mother Moon, truest beacon. Hand over hand, her fingers clawed the loosened earth.
The living shade escaped.
You hear her laughter; it’s the wind ravaging the trees, and there’s nowhere to run.