Sylvia's Son

On a warm moonstruck night Elise stood at the bedroom window staring down at the shadowy garden below. The bright moonlight made the garden look like a stage: the flat green lawn and the black shrubs surrounding it like cardboard cut outs. A flicker of movement at the edge of the lawn drew her eye. A man, keeping in the shadows as well he might. Next, a flutter of white as Sylvia crossed the lawn,...