I got off at the wrong stop and soon was lost in a maze of crooked streets.
As dusk narrowed to night, I heard a cry behind a vacant building.
There, I found a small girl who said she was being chased and begged for protection.
She told me a
man who could make people disappear with a touch and a whisper was after her.
I scanned the structures’ dark
husks and told her we would walk to the distant lights.
Was that man really following us?
Could I hear his clicking heels and his rasping whisper behind us?
Were his fingers in fact reaching for us?
As I looked back again, the girl’s hand slipped away.
She had disappeared.
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