Marcia stood on the balcony of her second-story room at the lodge. She stared up at the stars, admiring the view she had of them out here, so far away from the city lights that tend to drown out their shine. There were so many bright stars to see out in the country, she loved the sight and could watch them all night.
A shooting star streaked across the sky, and Marcia made a wish as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. She wished Jimmy could be there to see the view the with her – and so she could catch a view of his sweet face again, smiling at her.
A faint rustling noise from the woods across the wide yard from her caught her attention, and she glanced down from the night sky to look. In the faint moonlight she spotted a shadowy figure at the edge of the woods. She leaned a bit over the balcony railing, trying to get a better look.
It looked like the shadow of a person, but she couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman, and it looked like they were dragging something big and long into the woods. As she watched, what looked like an arm fell to the side of the form being dragged.
Marcia’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she gasped.
The lodge had advertised amazing, memorable night views, but this wasn’t exactly the sort of view she’d expected.
She turned away and hurried back into her room for her phone.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “view”: