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| Spooky Moon (Photo credit: rcbodden) |
NIGHT WALK
She gripped her elbows. The sound of her heels shouting out
her frustration against the pavement in a rapid chorus of retreat and anger. Dammit! She was tired of fighting. The
chill of the night air moved through her thin, silk blouse. She folded her arms
in closer rubbing her hands up and down for warmth as the moon disappeared
behind the clouds. Darkness fell on her like a veil. Footsteps echoed and chills
crawled up her spine. She turned, trembling, to face the shadows of the night.
“Hello?”
