Veil Lifts

(self eyeroll…’s never good when you don’t proof your title; and then when there’s a grammar error in your acknowledgement that you goofed on your title. I think there will be a lot of bad grammar in the days to come…doesn’t bode well.)

A soft rain falls, making the rusted leaves shiny under the street lamp’s glow. The smell of moldering earth rises around me.

The street’s quiet, the trick-or-treaters long settled in their homes.

The veils has lifted, the separation between worlds indistinct. If you listen closely, you can hear it, the sound like a high-pitched scream, fading in and out between the patter of raindrops.

As I walk, I keep focused on not reacting to the movements others would not see, the sounds others would not hear. It’s an eerie calm I feel, but this not my first rodeo or Halloween. One inattentive reaction could make it my last.


end 10/31/2016

S. Darlington

2 thoughts on “Veil Lifts

  1. This perfectly captures the Halloween spirit! And after walking for 1 hour and 30 minutes with my 3 children this evening, I have to say — I wouldn’t mind some fog would settle and veil for the next 24 hours while my body recovers. 🙂 I enjoyed reading your take on eerie! 🙂

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