The tar stuck to her feet in little pieces, rolling off when she'd lift her foot and brush them away. "I should of brought shoes" was not a phrase she thought of, a nelipot who enjoyed braising her skin with the weather no matter what it gave her.
It was Halloween and silent, about 11:30 pm.
She had a small frame and long brown curls flying continually over her face and shoulders. The moon was large and white and in the distance while she walked, she could hear the rush of the ocean.
She'd walked from her house across town- her parents dead to the world in a drunken stupor.
The cliff quickly loomed before her, the ocean below crashing up against the rocks in the dark. behind her, unseen was the graveyard.
she heard a rustle- a branch moving in the wind, and turned towards the bone-white tombstones. beside them was a track down to the beach. a tricky, rumbling walk with unpredictable curves and wildlife.
She walked it confidently even though she couldn't see. finally the water came into view and she stood and stared, squeezing the soft dry sand in between her toes.
There was something about her, something seductive and intangible that glistened underneath. like watching a black cat move across a room, thinking he's unseen and stretching to show the silver strike across it's back.
She smiled as she slowly stepped towards the water, finally submerging herself and feeling the cool liquid lick her skin.