The Street

One forty. My close call last night shook me up more than I realized. I could’ve been killed or seriously hurt. I took an unnecessary risk in venturing out after midnight on foot. Without acknowledging it, I was afraid. The fear carried over to yesterday all day, rattling me deep down. Who likes to recognize fear? I’d been having thoughts of my mortality while trying to sleep but didn’t allow that the hoodlum had scared me. However, it was significant that I didn’t leave the house all day yesterday. The heat was only one reason. There lurked another kind of heat in the jungle…

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