Absence When he walked out into the morning, they were gone. Not all of them, that annoying kid from up the street was shooting baskets. Though, he seemed to be in repeat, one after another, each just the same. Of course they would be. He thought perhaps a dream, more like a nightmare scene. Though hard to tell. On the third day he suspected that indeed, this was something else. He couldn’t recall a dream lasting through a whole day. Never three for sure. In a movie situation his character would go talk to the kid. He didn’t see a camera, so he skipped it. He felt he was a pawn in a very strange game. Engaging the insanity seemed the wrong choice. The deserted town around felt like a trap, that he really should ignore. The kid still shooting, an obvious trigger. He stood at the drive, watched for a while. He’d always loved quiet, had often wished for... But no birds, no squirrels, not one laugh or shout. He missed the dogs. The stores were all open, he ate like a king. Some days he just walked or sat back thinking. He’d lost track of time. Week rolled into another. An endless vacation. He thought about travel. Never too hard though. There seemed less point as the days passed by. Never could figure, something he’d done? Or being done to him? There wasn’t a clue or moment of change. Then one sunny day, no different than others. Got up that morning, had bacon and eggs. Walked down the street to the kid shooting baskets, stood there in silence. Finally, blocked the shot. It started to rain. black
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