The Shadow The heat of the Midwest pours into me as I step outside, the sun baking all that lay before it. I step towards my car and reach my hand into my pants pocket for my keys. A soft breeze blows and I look up into the brightness. Fear grips me as I see it. My heart begins to pound as I am frozen, eyes fixated on the searing sun, the nearly invisible object holding its position in the center. Tears welling up from the pain I am forced to blink. When my eyes open only darkness.
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