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Monochrome Nightmare – The Hands

They were a signal, and one that I could read on my own by now. She was growing calmer as I grew more confident, but the feet were closer, and there were a great deal more of them now. We had walked through the shadows, but they had somehow become solid and joined with our pursuers.

October 27, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | Leave a comment