THE VICTIM

nature/vintage blog

 

I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness.

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps.

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there  are other footsteps.

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

 

 

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