In the Heat of the Night
Anne walked back to her car after the big concert. Her ears still rang with the music of it. She lit a cigarette that illuminated the darkness around her, making her chestnut hair shine. She was a pretty quiet woman, 20 years of age. Just as she got her cigarette lit good and going, it went out, and she heard a little fizzle. “Dammit, what the hell?” she looked up and saw the first few drops of rain they’d had in weeks. She welcomed this rain, covered her cig, and lit it again. She resumed walking back to her car, and right as she reached it, she felt a tap on her shoulder. A young man with what appeared to be either black or very dark brown hair came up to her. He looked no …