A shadow shifted behind me. Melting away from darkness into small inky patches.
He smiled at me. This man of the night.
“Good evening my dear.” He had a slippery voice. One that promised dark alleys and quicksilver shadows.
“I have been looking for you. There is something owed that must be repaid”
Reaching into his midnight cloak he produced a single red flower. It was like a daisy but scarlet in the dark of night. Its edges glistened with silver, an ominous mercury like gleam.
As I twisted the stem in my nervous fingers, wisps of light slid off into the night to be devoured by the gloom.
His chuckle slithered in and around me. Shivers curled my toes and I let out a shuddering breath as his laughter swept me up.
“My master sends his love, and his heart.” And with that he was gone.
Looking down at the flower grasped in my hand I felt a strange thumping, pulsing through my fingers.