Tuesday, July 27, 2010

mortality

I saw it out of the corner of my eye, as he stepped into my blind spot from wherever he'd been. 
Just for an instant, the dark, cowled shape paused. A bony digit extended, pointed... no. 
Paused, returned. 
not now, I heard. 
not yet. 
And then he was gone, back into that space just behind me where I can't see him. 

It happened in a split-second. 
Then the normal reaction flowed out in a rush of incredulity, in a laugh born of equal parts the passage of fear, and relief. 

I could have died. And I live. 
Until next time. 

It's a very trivial thing. I'm already forgetting it. But I remember that one split-second. 


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