Smoking shadows wafting out of the past lingered on the other side of the present conjuring, dancing in disjointed syncopation. Glimpsed askance, a presence in another room, a deadly trigger with a key. Whispered warnings perceiving other outcomes recognized the danger in mirrored eyes, realizing other courses were possible. Unwanted recollection was the presence in another room. She closed the door. ©May 2017, February 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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