werewolf I sat in my car after everyone had left and smoked a cigarette…which I hadn’t done in three or four days. part of quitting I told myself. the night was so still you could hear the air. every now and then wind chimes stretched across the night. also a strange clicking, approaching and then receding, and then approaching. America being what it is, I assumed it was a serial killer, stalking me, with the dismembered body parts of people I could’ve loved or hated in his car. I spoke to him…”there are worse ways I could die.” and then to myself with a laugh…”ah…but would you still panic?” 041224
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