in the blood
July 25th, 2017. Tuesday, 2:00 a.m. Ashbourne, Nova Scotia.
Desmond pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, making his way back from The Epicure to Foxglove Lane, 44. He liked to walk at night. The witch felt like the fume of his potions clung to his clothes, but the crisp night air blew it away. Resting the cigarette between his lips, he snapped his fingers for a flame. The first try failed as his mind still wandered, unfocused, but the second worked. Fire wasn’t part of his nature, never quite as easily summoned as the other elements. He inhaled the smoke, watching the street lights that lead him through the dark. The ones farther ahead of himself looked like dots in a sea of black. Desmond lifted his sight to look at the stars then. Their light flickered, making the sky look alive. It was quiet at that time of the night and distracted as he was, he didn’t notice there was another figure in the dark of the street.
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