A Date under the Full Moon
Dorian thought he’d first be graced by his date’s face that night, but it was the poison ivy teetering at him in an almost human-like gesture that greeted him first. It craned protectively over the frame of the front door, as if cynically guarding its home’s resident from entering predators. Yet there was no wind, and it seemed as if the plant had moved on its own accord. Dorian lifted one nervous knuckle and rapped against the door. Shortly after the door swung open and a sigh of relief passed through his lips. His date, Esmerelda, stood welcomingly before him, her eyes lit up with the same radiance that the full moon bathed them in on that night.