It was a most curious evening.
The festival of Easter was upon us and yet the dark evening air hinted of a cold chill perhaps even snow, not the promise of spring, daffodils and croci.
I had retired for the evening with my journal and my thoughts when a whistful glint caught my eye from the pavement below.
Startled, I jumped from my chair and blew my candle light, allowing the room to sink into darkness. Again the glint appeared – directed at my window – directed at me.
Was I being stalked? Watched from afar? I edged slowly to my lead-lined window and rose to peer through, a solitary bead of swear beginning to form on my brow. Two stories below, skulking beneath the illuminated streetlamp stood a dark shadow. (more…)
