La Dottoressa and her Pipistrello
Flash Fiction: Part four
I wander back out onto my terrace, after a light dinner of entrecote and endive salad. It is peaceful out here under the stars, with the sound of small waves hitting the shoreline in the distance. The sky is especially beautiful tonight; truly a midnight blue. The moon has risen and is full. It was one of those big red moons; distorted by the earth's curvature, as…