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The Narrator’s Tale #TFDbyRWOz2 D minus 9

The struggle continues. 

And it commenced the minute I lifted the volume from beneath a cabbage leaf in my garden. I was rooting out a particularly noxious weed and the book came up with it. 

Discarding the one and closely examining the other, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was being watched. 

Was this cloying feeling my response to some nearby unseen entity?

I actually spun around to check behind me. A frenzy descended upon me. 

I admit I was spooked for I could see nothing at any turn. 

A cloud passed over the sun, and calm was restored. 

I left with the mysterious book.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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