I’m creeped out

And I wrote the damn thing.

The Damned thing, rather.



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A dozen years ago, my friend Patty asked me why I did not write more, or rather, why I didn’t share it. I told her that there were things that were best kept out of the light, closeted in the shoebox where no one could get hurt.

She asked me what size my shoes were.

I’m leaving lights on for a while tonight.