Come to the window
fiction by Luke O’Neil
The process
I shouldn’t have started running. I know now that that was my chief mistake. It sounds silly in retrospect but I imagined that they could not perceive me in my stillness. Sense the warm beating blood of my chest. Which was no different than theirs by the way. But they lingered long enough in their own stasis that it confused my every instinct. What kind of threat could I ever have posed to them. To anyone. No matter it was all transpiring now. Once they have you in their jaws they will never let go. Even if they’re not sure they like the taste. It wasn’t even me that they were after specifically it was the chase itself. I just happened to be on the other side of it.
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