The Black Shape Part 1

I was in the back seat, my braid hung down past shoulder. I wore a silky white dress that went past my ankles. We were going to the chapel. It was a silent night except for the low rumble of the car. I was clutching a book. I soon realized how hard I was squeezing it and let go. It fell on to the seat right next to me. The glossy cover facing upward and a beautiful sheltie that was red and white looked up at me. It had a white star on his face and the title shone with loopy letters.

The car jerked to a stop. The shadow of the chapel hung over the car. I slowly pushed open the car door. A dark shape raced through the trees, ''What was th-'', I figured I was just imagining things.