Reluctance
Pools of deepest, darkest black ripple in the cold wind. The low hum of traffic provides a constant background noise, but everything else is silent. A small figure plods heavily through the night, something white clutched in its hand.
As the figure emerges from the shadows, a stray moonbeam picks out a length of silver hair.
The figure pauses outside an apartment building, looks up and sighs. The moonbeam thickens, appearing to caress the figure. In the growing moonlight a feminine shape is revealed.
She looks up to a particular balcony, then back down to the post boxes in front of her. She reaches out uncertainly and hesitates before placing the white object in the box. Turning away, she is momentarily illuminated by the moonlight. Soft blue eyes search the shadows for danger as she walks away.
Moonlight cascades around her as the moon emerges from behind clouds. Her footsteps grow lighter, until she is skipping, homeward bound, in the silver light.