Nettie was afraid of her shadow. It came alive when the lights disappeared, when it was free to roam unseen and do its shadowy deeds – to rearrange her bookshelf, scatter her garbage, or lock the cat outside. When she slept, she could feel it pressing against her back. Sometimes she could hear it climb the stairs, each step sounding like metal grinding against metal, and the creak of the door as it was pushed open. Other times, it whispered to her, its hot breath blowing into her small ears, though she could never understand what it was saying. Maybe it was asking to be free. Maybe it was saying she could never be free.

Joshua Kenny is an attorney practicing in Miami, Florida, although he spends most of his time practicing his hand at writing fiction. He is available at jjkenny@gmail.com.

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