nature/vintage blog
I step out from the restaurant.
From where there had been light.
Now there is darkness.
A dark alley.
Dark shadows move and sway.
I can hear my own footsteps.
Clicking on the cobblestones.
But there are other footsteps.
Following close behind me.
Too close.
Lights shimmer up ahead.
I run toward them.
Then I’m down.
Face to ground.
The lights go out.
