THE ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS

Night comes slowly.

Footsteps fall softly.

Boats drift on the water.

A cat meows.

Footsteps hit closer.

A splash in the water.

Footsteps echo louder.

An oar hits the water.

Chains rattle.

Closer footsteps.

I turn.

A flash of light.

Silence.

A boat sits in the dark water,

Filled with flowers

And my true love.

THE ECHO OF FOOTSTEPS

Night comes slowly.

Footsteps fall softly.

Boats drift on the water.

A cat meows.

Footsteps hit closer.

A splash in the water.

Footsteps echo louder.

An oar hits the water.

Chains rattle.

Closer footsteps.

I turn.

A flash of light.

Silence.

A boat sits in the dark water,

Filled with flowers

And my true love.

THE VICTIM

I step from the restaurant

into a dark alley.

My footsteps click on the cobblestones.

Footsteps echo behind me.

Lights glimmer ahead.

I hurry to the beacons.

Footsteps ring closer.

I run.

The footsteps follow.

People walk the avenue.

Stores twinkle their lights.

A voice calls, “Miss,

You forgot your charge card.”

I freeze and turn.

The waitress hands me the card.

I smile.

She disappears in the darkness.

I swallow.

Another night in the city.

THE VICTIM

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THE VICTIM

I step out from the restaurant

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness,

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there are other footsteps,

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

THE VICTIM

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I step out from the restaurant.

From where there had been light.

Now there is darkness.

A dark alley.

Dark shadows move and sway.

I can hear my own footsteps.

Clicking on the cobblestones.

But there  are other footsteps.

Following close behind me.

Too close.

Lights shimmer up ahead.

I run toward them.

Then I’m down.

Face to ground.

The lights go out.

THE VICTIM

calms:

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I step out from the restaurant.
From where there had been light,
laughter, and voices.
I step into a dark alleyway,
filled with dark shadows.
I hear my footsteps on the cobblestones.
But are there other footsteps
echoing behind me?
Is someone behind me?
Should I sneak into a doorway
to take a peak behind me?
Or should I keep walking?
I see lights up ahead.
I will walk to those beacons
of the night.
Will someone be there to help me?
Will I fall victim to a stalker?
Or will I become a victim of my own imagination?
What do you think?