This week's O.S.I. Prompt uses the word elusive. Here is my take on the word:
The remembrance of her in the dark haunted him. How the moon played tricks on his eyes, disguising shadows to behave like her. A darkened silhouette lay next to him in the bed, but it was not her. Cursing the darkness of her elusive spirit, he tore the sheets in every direction but could not find her. The laughing wind whistled through a crack in the window. The curtains twirled like the hem of her skirt. Did she escape through the window? He wept bitterly at the memory of her. The cry of an infant babe awoke him from the nightmare. He sought her elusive shadow. She was gone.