The Night Crawler
He strikes in the wee hours before dawn
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1 min readSep 21, 2020
I roll out of bed and dress. I put on my hoodie and gloves, sling my backpack over my shoulders and brace for the morning chill.
My heartbeat quickens as I slink down the alleyway.
Three am. A time of safety. No one suspects me coming. Backdoors are always unlocked.
© 2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
For Bill Adler Editor’s 18th September 2020 Weekly Pentina prompt — Early morning wake-up
Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.
