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Night. Street. Lantern.
Almost A.Blok - so far. So, good? May be.
Dark lane I usually walk 11 p.m. on my way home, with just one lantern - somewhere nearby. Pale, yellowish light to choose a little bit more suitable path, to get through all potholes on my way, and blessing God for the good (night)vision while doing this. But not that Friday.
Get off the bus, pass the crossroad, enter the lane. No light - just stars(may be, twinkling?). "Hot" prey to the God - and forward. Hole to the left, hole to the right. Splash! - a puddle(shit-shit-shit - not so deep, but enough deep for my unheeled shoes). Rose bush on the corner. 73 steps(I counted once) to the "native" door.
And then....(Oh, I beg your pardon for falling into cheap-detective-story's style) - strange sound behind. Trying not to turn back, I go faster - but sound comes closer. Something creepy comes to my mind. Don't run, but go a little bit more faster. Sound becomes more distinct - and.... No way - I have to turn not to be afraid of my own imagination.
Sharp turn - and....
Silence.
Nobody in the street. Hiden? Where? Oy me, stupid cow. 46 steps to the door - go,go,go.
A step - a sound.(What a hell? I'm crazy?)
Stand. Silence - except light traffic in a distance.
And then - suddenly - a solution.
McDonald's. Happy Meal - junky food I sometimes crazy for. A funny toy with creepy soun when hitting against. A toy I put to my bag. A toy - how stupid. But funny.
I wonder if today everything's right with that lantern.
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Julia
June 2018
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