Black rose
The moon's light was a bright as ever, even through the storm I could still see it. I walked down the street until I came to a dead end, it had never been there before or if I had I hadn't seen it, but it couldn't have been there I took this way home from work everyday and I hadn't seen it. I heard music coming from hind me. When I turned around I saw a dark haired man playing a flute he look to be in his mid 20's or maybe somewhere around 18-20. The music was beautiful; it had such a catchy tune to it. Then I noticed that the man was looking at me. "Do you like it?" the man asked. He sat on the street light turning his head to an angle that the moon reflected his bluish-grey eyes. I stuttered for a moment, then I notice that he was not on the light anymore.