Take a seat in the park.
Watch the world go by.
A shadow flits by.
More shadows to follow.
They converge on the gazebo.
A gazebo rimmed in roses.
Their heady fragrance sweeten the air.
The shadows take on forms.
Human forms in dark robes.
They circle the gazebo.
Chanting strange words.
A noose hangs inside.
Wrapped around a woman’s neck.
The robbed figures circle faster.
Winds follow in their wake.
Faster, faster, and faster they go.
Cries fill the night.
Then all is silent.
The gazebo is empty.
The figures are gone.
Another night in Oasis, Florida.
THE DEAD GAME
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