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A Light in the Darkness



                       I slam the door of my apartment complex, breathing in the air of my city. I

               grimace, it smells like car exhaust, cigarette smoke, and something else, rot,

               maybe. The wind ruffles my hair playfully as I shuffle down the sidewalk.

                       The park right behind my apartment is abandoned seeing as it’s 9:30 pm. I

               sigh and move towards the swings. The repetitive movements let me think out

               what just happened. Meagan’s voice is still clear in my head.

                       “You promised me, no more secrets!”

                       I didn’t know what to tell her so I left. It seems like all I do is avoid my

               problems. I close my eyes, counting to ten to calm down, to keep from crying. I

               can’t tell her. I don’t even know how I would try.

                       The smell is getting worse now, maybe the wind is carrying the stench of

               something from the fish processing plant a mile outside of town. I lift my scarf

               over my mouth and nose to block out the smell.

                       A stray dog wanders past, and I wave my hand. The shadow of the mutt

               comes to life and ambles towards me while the actual dog growls at its darker

               counterpart and runs away. I stop swinging and reach out to the shadow, running

               my fingers through the dog’s matted fur.

                       “Hey, Scruffy.” I mumble through my scarf.

                       The dog rests his head on my lap as I start to talk, “I hate keeping this a

               secret but I don’t know what to say. ‘Oh, yeah babe, I just want to let you know I

               can control shadows and I basically fight crime as my night job. Surprise!’ That’s

               insane.”

                       A chuckle escapes my throat when I realize I’m rambling to the shadow of a

               dog I animated. I shrug, there’s no one else to talk this through with.
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