50 Word Stories: At Dusk

The shadows twisted and cavorted like moths before a porch lantern, fizzing off the glow, fluttering in exuberance. But there was no flame at the forest’s edge, no fire, no torches, no light. A passionate embracing of the night soon to come, the shadows danced. Dusk’s ballet signalled my doom.

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