Something…

There’s something there; out of my reach.  I can smell it like the wind during a summer rain.  Something black out of the corner of my sight.  Black like fear.  Black like death.  I spin to venture a look but nothing is there.  Hiding?  No.  Waiting?  Yes.  For what?  Me.

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