By Ivor Griffiths
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Nightmare sticks on a tawny white light in flight along a barbed wire fence lit by half yellow moon, a killer screeching overhead an anxious dark shadow waiting, her eyes flickering scared ears numb isolated terror upright on leaves frosted crisp her breath billows hangs in frozen fog shoulders hunch collar up fists bunched in leather pockets shuffling and shivering, terrified kicking invisible stones. Waiting in the dark. It clatters and rattles from miles away, a drone of terror nearing, stopped metal shrinks and creaks like ice a pause then steel toes tap a dance on gravel, the cold still air is pungent and green. Dread and terror rising as she shrinks inside her fear shadows silhouette the halogen light a gate shrieks open as if in pain rattling shudders to a stop. Darkness razors floating through her swirling haze of breaths He points through mind fog that sticks clutches and tangles sapping strength bullets like feelings splinter trees under water grip the barbed wire fence and run gorse mud heavy and stumbling; scrambling free to run, run and run and run. She clutches knees and gasps for air while her owl, killing for fun, screeches.
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