Around the corner was a place she never liked to look. There was something there, around the corner, at the edge of her eye, on the edge of her mind. Whatever she saw there flitted for an instant and then was gone like the singular beat of a hummingbird's wing.
She tried not to believe that whatever was there was out to get her. That was paranoid. Really there was no reason to worry. She told herself again she was being silly like always. But still, but still, the worry crept in, and she closed here eyes not to see.
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