another story from the past

[bucephalus]

Many of these were weekly writing challengs from a now sadly desolate writer's board.  This one has a pictorial prompt:

He hovered in the darkness outside her window, gazing in at the woman who sat at her night table. It had been too long since last he fed and the sight of her alabaster throat, arching as she sat there in a reverie, called to him

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[bucephalus]

thank you. forgot i had written this but i'm currently going through the stuff i have on the writers board.