in the clearing

the twisted road finds dark corners

twigs snapping beneath 

the softest of

footfalls, fear 

creeps damp, cold 

the sense of not being 

quite alone, like sweat clinging close 

but this is no

horror story, not

a journey of fear

listen, follow step into the space

around the bend

where light bursts forth

according to plan

at the pub telling stories
in exactly 55 words