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There was blood everywhere but it wasn’t hers.In the middle of the street was a black cat. I knew the saying; everyone did. You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who still thought superstitions as cautionary warnings. Now they’re cute little jokes that you’d riff off when the inexplicable happened, maybe half-believing, maybe not.That night, I believed it. It was midnight when I walked home from work. Everything was bathed in the harsh glow of incandescent lamplight. She, as I later found out that it was in fact a she, bolted out of an a...
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It was the brightest day I’d ever seen in months. I stood on a hill, at the precipice of the woods, and in the distance, the house where I lived stood in a clearing. My family would be inside, with my wife boiling a pot of venison for dinner. My son would be in the back digging deep in the soft ground for frogs.I wouldn’t know what to tell them.The clouds almost parted, revealing the shimmering silver sun beneath. Winter was ebbing, covering the grassy laden paths of the forest with slush. And when morning came the fog came with it, creeping...
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