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The Shadow moves towards me, but I am not there–I am no one, a fragment, Thud-thud, thud.
Images flash before me, and the world falls away.
My hand grabs the torch from my pack, and lights it–my feet carry me closer to the Shadow, my teeth bared in a snarl. Instinct, only instinct drives me–I am gone, rattling empty like shards of glass in a hollowed out shell.
Still the Shadow stands there–unmoving.
But it isn’t entranced by the light, as they usually are; It isn’t terrified, running away–it’s standing there, staring at me.
I can hear voices and shouts, but they pass on the edges of my awareness–all that exists is me and the Shadow, cocooned in silence.
The Shadow tilts its head, as if studying me.
This one was a bit easier to fit, so hopefully it reads better. Thanks so much for the continued feedback and support, from both WeWriWa vets and newbies 🙂 Looking forward to your posts this week, as always, and happy 8sunday!
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