Pursuit – August 28, 2022

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Horror in One-hundred Words

He’s chased after me for years.
No, thirty, maybe.
Maybe more.
Memory fails
Because more important worries
Steal my attentions.
Always he’s there,
Behind me, closing-in.
Pushing me to be faster,
To push harder,
To put more than two steps between us.
When that fails,
To be smarter.
Even that fails.
Last night,
Beaten and weary,
My eyes closed
And my mind disconnected.
After three-hours’ restless sleep,
Ejected from my pillow,
I dressed
And opened the door.
There he was.
Staring at me,
As surprised as I.
This man who’d been chasing me all these years.
He was me.

Published by spwilcen

Retired career IT software engineer, or as we were called in the old days, programmer, it's time to empty my file cabinet of all the "creative" writing accumulated over the years - toss most of it, salvage and publish what is worthwhile.

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