A Chill Settles on the Midway



There she is; the blonde. She’s perfect. Her skin’s flawless.

It’ll be dark soon. That’s when I’ll act.

Should I talk to her? Introduce myself?

No, I’ll be patient. I’ll just watch a while. I’ll take care not to bruise her though.

I hope she stays alive longer than the last one.


 

Photo courtesy of GrammarGhoulPress
Photo courtesy of GrammarGhoulPress
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