Watching, waiting

I try to avoid walking down that side of the street, though sometimes I can’t escape it. Whenever I go past the abandoned lot hidden behind pealing paint and rusty nails, I get that feeling that someone is watching me. Like, If I turned around suddenly I’d see a wild-eyed face pressed against the weathered…

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Waiting game

Winds bellow, rains rage A storm’s coming, where or when It’s a waiting game I live on the Florida Panhandle and am watching Hurricane Irma’s track very closely. Current forecasts have the storm skirting around where I live, so I think we’re safe. Hopefully, she’ll continue moving more east-northeast into open water, and away from…

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