The window was a one-way mirror; those outside could see in, but all Erika could see was darkness. At home, they kept the blinds drawn at this time of night.
Outside that window was the back yard of the little house, and Gloria’s garden, an echo of her grandparents’ farm. Erika’s mother managed fine with a back porch and balcony garden, the plants tethered to stakes, the soil carefully manured in trays. Once upon a time, Erika’s mother’s people had been serfs bound to the red and black soils of the South. Once upon a time, time out of mind, they had been potters and metal-workers and craftspeople in the Mother Continent.
Six Sentence Sunday excerpts from Erika and the Vampire continue in the month of July. Look for more discussion and reviews of the New Vampire Story (the vampire genre post-Twilight).