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Monochrome Nightmare – Depth

I could still hear the boots behind us. I began to concentrate on the noise and found a metallic element in the sound. Hobnails. Someone out there had hobnail boots and was slowly, but inexorably, pursuing us. She was short of breath, and was unable to speak. She looked pale and her lip kept quivering no matter what I would do. There was nothing else to do but to descend, and so we did.

October 16, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment