Shared from Days with the Undead…
All I can see is the blue sky above me as I lay in hiding. I can hear them all around me, shuffling through the colourful panorama of fallen leaves. I’d been stupid, thinking the gully would keep me safe, hidden. But I began to realize they wouldn’t actively avoid the drop. Instead they’d fall into it, joining me at the bottom should they get too close.
I lay there, hoping to remain hidden. And I’m not above admitting I’ve been praying to any deity listening to keep me safe. I feel hollow, but hopeful.
Until it falls atop me.
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