By day the little town of Hamlet was full of small town folk doing small town things. Three old men sat in front of Lucy’s Diner and reminisced. Four ladies gossiped in Cherie’s Salon. And the mayor’s son got out of another day of detention.
As the evening draws the day to a close and all the children are called inside, some folk are just beginning to stir. Lady Violetta wraps herself in silk scarves and opens the back door of her massage parlor. Mark’s pub is lined with trucks around three sides and neon glows on their polished hoods and reflects off the chrome.
But most interesting of all is Mama Maggie who prowls the deep forest with her pouch of bones tinkling around her waist, her walking stick for protection and support of her stooped over body.
Two children have snuck out this night looking for the ‘witch’ of the dark forest. Their flashlights shake as they place their offering on a tombstone. Then they wait.
Yes, the world is a different place under the moon.