He stands motionless in his neighbor's living room, staring out the ornate front window. The gentle evening sun casts crooked shadows over the bloodied walls and furniture. Scattered behind him, his neighbor is no longer screaming in terror.
A distant siren penetrates the whispering trance he is under. Other neighbors must have heard the commotion, but that was to be expected. He knew the act would be violent and loud because the shadows told him so.
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I conducted a Twitter poll to see what I should blog about next. There was a tie and this very short story is one of the winning choices. Stay tuned for the other winner...Untold Eye Stuff!
Thank you for reading or listening to my half-blind words.
Freak Out,
JLH
P.S. A longer short story from 2014...
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