MOIRA WALKS HOME LATE AT NIGHT
by John Grey
It was late at night,
the streets were dark and empty
and she had the feeling
she was being followed.
Only ten more blocks
to her apartment house
but it seemed miles away.
She heard no footsteps,
no cough, no breathing
and, when she risked
a glance behind
there was nothing but shadow
in the shape of the buildings
she’d hurried by.
She knew she was being foolish.
Her imagination had created
some creature out of nothing,
and that was her mystery pursuer,
a figment, threatening, deadly,
but a figment, nothing more.
But then suddenly she did hear footsteps,
and a cough, and breathing.
She began to shake,
Her forward progress was more
of a sideways wobble.
“Is that you, Margaret?” said a familiar voice.
It was Mr. Benson,
the man in the apartment below.
She sighed with relief.
But also disappointment.
Her life was safe.
But her fantasies were on shaky ground.
John Grey is an
Australian poet, U.S. resident, recently published in Penumbra, Poetry
Salzburg Review, and Hollins Critic. Latest books, Leaves on Pages
and Memory Outside the Head, are available through Amazon. Work
upcoming in Lana Turner and International Poetry Review.
Rosmus is a Jersey
girl who looks like a Mob Wife & talks like Anybody’s from West Side
Story. She works out 5-6 days a week, so needs no excuse to drink or do
whatever the hell she wants She’s been published in the usual places, such as Shotgun
Honey, Hardboiled, A Twist of Noir, Megazine, Beat to a Pulp, Out
of the Gutter, Mysterical-E, and Rock and a Hard Place. She
is the editor/art director of the ezine, Yellow Mama. She’s a Gemini, a
Christian, and an animal rights activist. She has recently been branching out
into photo illustration, under the guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.