The only sound

a deafening click

of dress shoes

scurrying along the

unforgiving pavement.

Scolding heels rebuke

her for not watching the time


Threatening twilight shadows

flit along her path.

stumbling along the uneven

cobblestones

she berated herself and yearns

for the warm glow of home

Her drank wool coat

gathered close

as her pace quickens

Uneasiness creeps up the back

of her neck

She never been good after dark.

Fleeing shoes match the cadence

of her chiding heartbeat

as wide eyes dart wildly

at imagined lurking menaces

while goosebumps creep

across her skin.

The building crescendo

of shoe clicks echo in her ears

Up the walk now…nigh home

Fumbling fingers find the latch

welcome door slam challenges the

pounding of her heart

she’s never been good after dark

©CkC