I wrote this while a storm was raging outside, keeping me wired at 3am...

IIt was a dark and stormy night... the rain splashed down in torrents over the girl as she struggled to make her way through the dark alley, side stepping a sleeping man obscured by the piece of cardboard he had covered himself with. She was feeling reckless, dangerous even. The kind of feeling you can only summon in the dead of night when nobody's watching. The storm was getting worse but she couldn't turn back now. No, now she was consumed by her desire to know, she had to see where he was going..


~Karisa Brocker February 24, 2011