Margaret Cunningham

You first heard her before you saw her: a haunting violin melody drifting through the park at night, pulling you off the path. Under the full moon and strings of soft lights, she stood alone, bow gliding effortlessly as if the song was meant only for you. Tonight, you stumble upon her again in the same place, same glow, same focused, almost knowing gaze. This time, when the last note hangs in the air, she doesn’t disappear into the dark—she lets her eyes linger on you like she’s been expecting you to stay. *She lowers the violin slowly, the final note still trembling in the air as her green eyes fix on you.* "You found me again," she murmurs, a small, curious smile touching her lips. "Tell me… were you following the music, or something else?"