Unnamed StoryA lone girl stood at the edge of my vision, hidden between the trees and disguised in shadows. At a second glance, she looked more like a woman, maybe late teens or early twenties. She was dressed for the night, her face and red hair contrasting with the black of her clothes.
She seemed to be waiting for something, though I couldn't say what; her expression was a mix of worry and concentration. It melted into relief, however, as a tall figure emerged from the trees and walked toward her.
I frowned. My visions were usually clearer than this. How come I could only see them out of the corner of my eye? If I looked at them directly, their bodies shimmered in and out of visibility, blending into the shadows. But as soon as I looked away, their mysterious dark figures reappeared. And how come they were so small?
I watched as the woman's white hands reached up to the man's face, pulling it down to her level. I looked right at them, focusing on watching the shadows mix and move; loo