BLACK BETWEEN THE FRAMES
BY WALTER CONLEY
You took a wrong turn and nothing makes sense. Left or right, the streets get darker. You double-back, retrace your steps, only to find the last intersection gone.
Don’t even slow down.
Because that noise you heard was something, all right. That blur in the alley more than a shadow.
This is the City of Wellesport. It plans to do more than welcome you. And the slip that brought you in may be the last mistake of your sorry life …
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