Sunday, September 1, 2019

The Fleeting Impression



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He hears the end of the cigarette crackling.  Amplified by the silence between the sounds of secret movement, creatures of the night whose curiosities regarding the intruder overwhelm their cautious natures.  The sudden stop of cricket song doesn't strike him, but he knows he's being watched.  A rush of blood precedes a deafening heartbeat.  He inhales, the embers of tobacco blinding him for a… read more @ Panoramic Mindscapes

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