Ok this is a really weird very short piece that I wrote, for a writing.com contest I think. It's kind of stupid.
It was the second full moon of the month, the Blue Moon. As Jenny Porter walked down the beach, she noticed the moon appeared red.
I guess that makes it a Purple Moon, then, she thought.
She heard footsteps behind her. She turned around, but no one was there. This happened two more times. Finally she attributed it to her overactive imagination and ignored them. She went back home.
She told her overly superstitious husband what happened. He said he had heard similar stories before, that Death had followed her home. He urged her to leave the house earlier than usual the next day.
She left the house at her normal time to go to work. Her husband was being ridiculous again.
On her way back home, she was hit by a drunk driver, who owned an '02 Jeep Liberty in forest green, the same car she had. The license plate was 9DT 83Y. Hers was Y38 TD9. The girl was a college student named Jenny Porter. No relation.
At midnight August 1st, 2004, she spoke her final words. "Well, this is the kind of thing that only happens once in a Purple Moon."
