Something watches me…

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Something stares at me from the end of the lawn every morning.

At first I thought it was a shadow, the way the sun cast its light against a tangle of trees and shrubs. At first, I thought it was nothing, just my imagination on a cold morning. At first I thought it was nothing…

Yet each day it watches, me just on the edge of civilization, at the edge where the bramble by the stream rises up to meet the manicured lawn of my apartment complex. It stands there, just inside the shadows, possibly human, possibly not. I think it’s just my imagination…

Every day it watches me.

Author L Becker: This is how the end of the world shall be written….