A beautiful day had given way to a cooler night, the glowing moon nearly full. By Friday night it would be, just in time for the Opening Night of the Medusa Lounge, and he wondered if there was a takeaway from that. Strange events sometimes occurred when the moon’s fullness took to the sky. He’d worry about those details later. For now, he crossed the street and approached the small, red-colored clapboard house. A small cement porch with iron railings and a lone light called to him. But an image stopped him, one of a young girl sitting on the steps, maybe playing with a doll. Or maybe dreaming of a life beyond this tiny world.
Noah checked his watch. It was eight-thirty, perhaps too late to pay a visit, even though the lights were turned on in the living room, creating an ethereal effect
