Adoring Eudora

 

Night fell. The darkness was thin, like some sleazy dress that has been worn and worn for many winters and always lets cold through to the bones. Then the moon rose.  A farm lay quite visible, like a white stone in water, among the stretches of deep woods in their colorless dead leaf. The moonlight covered everything, and lay upon the darkest shape of all, the farmhouse where the lamp had just blown out. 

                                                                               - The Whisper