Long Shadows

TreeShadows-SimsonPetrol

(Credit: Simson Petrol on Unsplash)

 

The shadows are long

Although it’s near twelve o’clock

Here in the cold north

 

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25 Trouble Lurking

He creeps down the corridor. Creep… creep… creep. The floorboards will not be silent. They tell on his every step. The shadows are impenetrable.

‘It’s lurking in the shadows,’ he says, creep, ‘it thinks I don’t know.’ creep ‘But I know.’ Creep… creep ‘I know it’s there.’

Who is he talking to?

You?

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