Be careful what you wish for...

Be careful what you wish for...She waited as the last rays of the dying sun, flickered weakly through the mulberries.

She thought she saw a dark shape move in the distance and a vesper of cool air brushed the back of her neck and brought with it the heady scent of night Jasmine.

She called out, not loudly, her voice fell out into the dusk as if it were hitting stone, small.

No-one answered...