Red light

 


It's a dark night, lit only by sodium lamps, and a man is following me down a deserted alleyway. I try not to pay him any mind, but then I look back. It's the same guy who forced a smile at me, and I drop my coffee cup when he deliberately places a bug on the desk in front of me. The light turns red and the passing churchgoers laugh bitterly at my rejection. What church do you go to? There's a man with a knife behind his back like that. I'm about to stab myself with it, but suddenly the knife disappears. There is only the empty floor.



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