Deborah Boydston Deborah Boydston
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I think this might be a typo. ".... knowing, that in the darkness, the wire and branches could (I) hurt my legs and feet." Should the word "I" have been left off completely?

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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The dog "wakes" me up? - in keeping with the first person present tense motif.

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She had a friend.

What lies in the heart of the night?



    Bed---the last refuge of a frightened mind.   I curl up into the covers and try to be as quiet as possible---all the while listening as intently as possible into the darkness around me.  My mind quickly sweeps over decades as it tries to work out the truth of the moment.


                                                                                  
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     I stood at the window and peered out into the darkness.  The blackness filled my own soul and yet pulled at me.  It was all so new.  Yet so familiar. And then in an instant I opened the door and slipped out into the inkiness.   These nocturnal walks were becoming a “thing” with me.  



     I padded quietly across the lawn to the back of the property.  The lights of town twinkled about two miles distant, and looked much like the lights of the heavens above.  I unlaced my white tennis shoes, and removed my shorts and tee shirt.  Then I stepped out of my underwear and into the womb of the night.  I walked carefully south, towards town through the soy bean field as cautiously as I imagined an animal might go.  



     Birds startled and flew up randomly about me.  My foot seemed to know the terrain, and stopped just before I banged it upon a rock.  I crossed a small river, then I was in an area where I knew there were barbed wire fences and pointed, dead branches hidden in tall grass.  I walked carefully here, knowing, that in the darkness, the wire and branches could hurt my legs and feet.  Next I remembered a field of corn standing higher than me.  I was on a hill and lightning was flashing all around.  I became frightened and stooped to the earth, trying to make myself as small a target as possible. I don't remember how I got home. 1 comment



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     The dog wakes me up with his whimpering---time for him to go outside.  I groggily get up and feel my way down the hallway.  I find the switch to the living room and turn on the lights.  Then I open the doors to the outside blackness.   I unfasten the dog's tie-out and clip it onto the dog’s collar.  I shut the doors and give him some time to finish, and then I open the doors and lean my head out to see if he is done.  I see him, a black blob situated in the rest of the blackness.  He comes to the door and I let him in, then I unclip him and quickly clip the end of the tie-out to the porch.
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     I get a “spooked” feeling such as I seldom do.  “My mind is playing tricks on me.”  I console myself.  “What if something is out there in the blackness!” my mind whispers.  I haven’t behaved like this in a long time.  I walk to the light switch and turn it off, listening at the door for I don’t know what.  Then, as quickly as possible I go down the hall, touching the walls lightly with my fingertips.    I curl up into the covers and try to be as quiet as possible---all the while listening as intently as possible into the darkness around me.  My mind quickly sweeps over decades as it tries to work out the truth of the moment.
  


     Suddenly there is a glow and then brightness in the room---like lightning flashes.  “Don’t worry.”  The voice speaks into my mind like a soothing child.  “You never come out to us anymore, so we will come in to you.  We will help.  You will forget---forget the pain.  You will forget…”


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