A Nightmare Awaits
warmheartedness ’s racing , bridge player shaking , you reach for the doorknob . The hinge creak . Cobwebs stretch and photograph as a widening crack of brightness level seeps in , crawling along the floor and up the back bulwark to illuminate something you think you had long since forget , something you wished would just disappear . But there it sits , metal teeth silently glistening … your leaf rake ....