The hairs on my neck rose ever so slightly in the foggy morning air.
An uncanny sense of being under surveillance cloaked my mind like a sodden blanket.
But it's obvious that I am utterly alone.
Laughing I think it's not like the hills have eyes!
About Me
- Arden Raine
- Arden Raine is an ex-theatrical making sense of life through many lenses.
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