photo by Hans Vivek via Unsplash
It was more than a “clean up on aisle 3” type of request which is why the police were called and the sanitation crew ordered to wait outside for their arrival.
This was the 10th time in as many months that they had been called to the Utopia Night Club on Main to clean up the mess, interestingly, always the day following a full moon.
It was particularly gruesome and troubling that splattered everywhere was not the usual animal blood, but human.
For Sonya’s Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by photo by Hans Vivek via Unsplash.
too many to count
souls lost to the greed of men
darkness can’t hide them
For Sonya’ Three Line Tale Challenge based on this photo by gn dim via Unsplash.
Late at night, when people are in a hurry, heading home from work or toting colorful shopping bags is my favorite time to haunt the lower level of the subway.
I come here to peoplewatch, but mostly to mess with him as he lurches in the shadows, waiting for his next victim.
Occasionally I’m caught in a photograph, like tonight, as I walk through him on the stairway (a little trick I learned), freezing him in his tracks, as a sweet young thing, like I used to be, slips away unaware onto the train.
A Three Line Tale for Sonya’s weekly challenge inspired by this photo by Andre Benz via Unsplash. The ghostly specter on the stairway caught my eye. Can you see her? ‘‘Tis the season of thin places and ghosts. 🤔👻😳