The clouds drift by.
The moon casts its glare.
Time moves in slow motion.
Florida weaves its spell.
The town is asleep.
There’s a rustle in the trees.
A cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things to come.
A body left on shore.
Will there be more?
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
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