The Moth Man

‘This was the moment. The moment he had dreamed of since first seeing the house three weeks ago. Inside, the woman reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and it was the most exciting, provocative gesture he had ever seen. He was shaking though he no longer felt the cold on his bare body. Pulling the stocking over his head to mask his features, he slid through the bushes surrounding the garden and ran towards the house, a human moth drawn to the light and heat of the woman inside.’