Ice

The stained glass rattled in the window.
There was a slight tinkle from the ice in his brandy
as the train past on the cold night.
The moon was out, yet a cloud cover had rolled in that had dropped crystles of ice, that he ran around collecting in his drink. Most of the company had gone but she was still there in her red dress.. she clung to his mind like frost on water.There was no way she would leave with him, hell, he was on foot and it was cold and what did he expect. Not much, he hadn't thought he had a chance, that was until she motioned him into the kitchen where she let him know that she was tired of her current situation and that she would like to walk home with him, but everyone would notice and that was too much to risk. So he waited outside in the full moon in late November for her to come through those doors alone , but the time would not come and he would find himself more alone than when he arrived.