Last Friday night, on the late bus out of town. We were driving through the desert, two lost souls searching for something. You were the redhead with black wings hanging from your backless dress, I was the wolf waiting for the moon to fade. Our eyes met as you climbed aboard, and you scratched my ear as you passed. I’ve never seen someone walk in heels that tall. You rode the bus for an hour before vanishing in a dazzle of light.

I’ll be in my human form for the rest of the month and I’d like to meet. Coffee?