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BOOK BLURB FRIDAY
supplied the imaginary 'book-cover'
THE DREAD
Unable to move, Grace watches the shadows lengthen on the wall.
Her paralysis prevents her seeing any other aspect of her prison room.
With night approaching, so approaches the terrible
DREAD.
That which is to her left, unseen, lies waiting. Always waiting.
Will help come in time?
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REFLECTIONS AT DUSK
Street lights pricking on across the creek.
Trees ink-blotting on the water.
The almost-dark.
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