“You don’t want to be leaving so soon, do you?” “Now, now, Little Red Riding Hood,” the first one said. They moved in even closer, penning her between them.

Sunshine took a step back as every sense in her body told her to run.

And all six eyed her like some tasty morsel. The thought faded out as she realized the man wasn’t alone. And do you know, Little Red Riding Hood, the Big Bad Wolf is out tonight and he’s hungry?” He gave her a tight-lipped smile as he patted the shoulder of her red cape. But do you know your face is pure eurythmy?” No matter the angle, his features were perfection incarnate. Without thinking, she reached up, grabbed his chin and turned his face to see it from different angles. His wheat-colored hair seemed to glow in the night and those planes of his face… Only it wasn’t a wall she realized as two arms wrapped around her to keep her from stumbling.Īy, CorumbÃƒ ¡! She stared into a face so well formed that she doubted if a Greek sculptor could do justice to it. Pulling out her sketchbook, she made a few more notes and turned to her right, down a small alley. Tonight she and Trina were going to go over…

But the retro-beatnik Coffee Stain had nice artwork on the walls and her friends seemed partial to drinking gallons of the tar-liquid. It was her job to show that beauty to others.Īnd that neat building they were constructing, two or three, maybe four streets over, had distracted her and got her thinking up new designs for her pottery as she wandered down the French Quarter toward her favorite coffee house on St. To her there was beauty everywhere and in every little thing. Her mind was constantly wandering and shifting through new ideas and techniques– the novelty of the world around her and how best to capture it. Like an out of control slingshot, her thoughts drifted from one topic to the next and then back again.

No, actually she had the attention span of an artist who seldom stayed focused on the here and now. Of course, it would help if she could stay focused, but she had the attention span of a sick flea. “How many times can a person get lost in a city where she’s lived the whole of her life?” The kind where Sunshine Runningwolf wondered why she bothered leaving her loft.

Night Embrace by Sherrilyn Kenyon