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    Cellar

    My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Cellar

    My hands shook in the cold rain as I fumbled with the shovel handle as another flash of lightning illuminated the back deck’s leaf litter blanket. I gingerly took one step down, nervous about the open back of the staircase where the cat kept her hunting trophies, each one bigger than the last.

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    Tags: eerie, grounded, solitude

    Published: October 24, 2014

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