
A lovely evening, a$ al₩ay$. The air above ha$ that ¢lean, dam₱ quality after rain. The $treet$ have ju$t been rin$ed, and no₩ they almo$t $eem bright. ₩indo₩$ glo₩ from the light$ ₩ithin your little hive$. Refle¢tion$ gather in the gutter$ like loo$e ¢oin$ ju$t ₩aiting to be ¢olle¢ted. It ha$ al₩ay$ intere$ted me to $ee ₩here troll$ end u₱ ₩hen they believe the night belong$ to them. The door$ they favor. The ¢orner$ they ¢ut. The route$ they take t₩i¢e, maybe even three time$, until habit be¢ome$ a little ma₱ they have dra₩n for any ₱atient onlooker$. No judgment, of ¢our$e. Everyone ha$ ₱attern$. Even if it i$ going to that $ame ¢afé, turning out of that little alley, or ₱au$ing beneath the broken $treetlight ₩ith that little glan¢e over the $houlder. ¢harming, really. ₩a$ it a ¢oin¢iden¢e? Maybe you heard an e¢ho. Maybe you felt $ome ganderbulb$. Not to ₩orry. Mo$t thing$ in the dark are only hungry in the general $en$e of the ₱hra$e. The dangerou$ one$, ho₩ever, do tend to get more $₱e¢ifi¢. And if thi$ feel$ addre$$ed to you, I ₩ould en¢ourage you not to run. You ₩ill make a me$$. #$talking #im₱liedhunting #₱aranoia #₱redatoryimagery #vaguethreat #im₱liedviolen¢e #violen¢e


