Sunday, January 18, 2009


I caught him out the corner of my eye, lingering in the shadows cast by the tent. I grabbed my sack from the ground and hoisted it over my shoulder. I was already running by the time the sack slammed hard against my back. I darted through the crowd with no time to look back-to see if he followed. I needed to  get back to the boat and get out of here for good. The place had served its purpose. I scurried through the remaining crowd and headed down the path toward the pier, the darkness playing tricks with my eyes. As I moved closer, I could see the pier was empty. It was no trick of light nor dark. My boat was gone and I stood trapped.

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