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The wind was fearsome.
Feathers flapped.
Dart in hand, the woman scratched something on the sleeping man’s back.
He woke screaming.
His screams woke the dog downstairs.
The dog barked,
And the wind was fearsome.
She threw the dart at the dartboard hanging on the wall.
Score: Double twenty
She smiled and left the room.
The dog barked.
The man screamed .
And the wind was fearsome, feathered, red.

There was a message on his back which read:
Swifter than the wind, unmoving as stone?

In the night ian miller © 2007

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