Unlocked
The moon as high and full on this warm, New Orleans night. Downstairs, the large grandfather clock imported from Europe diligently ticked away the seconds and minutes until both hands reached the apex of the clock face and the mechanisms within came to life, turning and clicking before twelve, evenly spaced chimes sounded through the sleeping house. Upstairs, where Lottie LaBouff slept, there was at least one soul awake at this hour.
An ebon hand slipped underneath the door leading out to the balcony before sliding up the middle frame and grasping the handle. Pulling it down, the door slowly opened as green musical notes floated in from outside, swaying to a yet unheard melody and swirling around the immense pink bed where it's target lay in unsuspecting slumber. Moving in, several notes slipped into her ear.
Come to me...
The voice we both soothing and commanding. Calling to her. Drawing her out onto the balcony and into the warm, night air.
An ebon hand slipped underneath the door leading out to the balcony before sliding up the middle frame and grasping the handle. Pulling it down, the door slowly opened as green musical notes floated in from outside, swaying to a yet unheard melody and swirling around the immense pink bed where it's target lay in unsuspecting slumber. Moving in, several notes slipped into her ear.
Come to me...
The voice we both soothing and commanding. Calling to her. Drawing her out onto the balcony and into the warm, night air.