I think Teagan may post the story to her blog. If she does, her version
may be different.
Trina Woke from a dream
The Shadow Boy was coming to visit while she languished above a
labyrinth of verdant shrubs.
The Shadow Boy was intrigued when he saw a blond child with a bow
and arrow levitating outside the window of the monorail.
Was the blond child looking for his shadow? Could he catch it with his arrow?
The shadow boy examined the child for clues.
‘He’ had pixie ears and breasts.
This was not his boy.
Trina waved at the shadow boy and motioned for him to join her.
The boy hesitated. Trina wondered why: perhaps because the sun was going down.
The Shadow Boy shouldn’t be afraid of the dark, besides there’s a streetlight.
Trina decided it made no difference.
She still had Madison, but wait, where had Madison got to?
She was chasing a cluster of moths drawn to streetlight.
Madison out chasing moths? This was out of character.
“What’s wrong with you?” Trina asked.
“Nothing!” Madison scowled.
‘You’re chasing moths.”
“ They’re chasing me. Look at these holes!”
And it was true; Madison was full of holes.
(c) Rob Goldstein and Teagan R. Geneviene