Crazy Days: A Book of Short Tales

Her favorite color was black. She dressed in black jeans and black blouses, and wore a strange black veil cape that seemed to swirl a shadow mist behind her as she passed. Her form was never still; even when she rested, the darkness swam around her. She had a dangerous need to fl aunt herself in front of the cameras- to draw attention to herself, though her face was nearly always hidden behind the fluttering black veil.

She wore black fingerless gloves and black eye shadow and a spider ring....