Think like you’re fleeing

I realized I wasn’t walking any more, but standing across from the street that turns left away from the church. Couldn’t see the name and couldn’t remember it.

No, follow the curve. Think like you’re fleeing. Fast as you can, no thinking.

Church Street, Galway, Co. Kerry

I passed a little alcove, a three-walled wide spot that had lighter patches of stone as if there had been doorways there once upon a time.


No, I didn’t shriek like a little girl when I heard the noise behind me, but I sure did jump.

I landed facing almost back the direction I’d come. A shadow divided itself from the darkest spot in the corner of the alcove.

This is an excerpt from Into the Fog. To read the whole story, get your copy at Amazon.

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