The Alleyway Stranger
Darkness…
Shadowy images
An ever-shrinking corridor
Walls of ancient brickwork
Uncomfortable…
In their stacked perfection
Higher and longer
Cold and unreasonable
Unflinchingly stronger
Secretive…
More dangerous
Than prison walls
This gauntlet
With one way in
And one way out
Debris…
Hidden obstacles
Closing in
Hiding places
Secret spaces
Someone’s waiting
Someone’s always waiting
Lurking…
An alleyway stranger
Casually leaning
One foot on the wall
The other on the ground
Waiting…
Halfway down
Too late to turn around
Face shadowed
Without a sound
Watching…
A sentinel
Measuring things
Keeping tabs
With shifting eyes
Silently…
Striking fear
While the night
Closes in
Heart pounding
Traffic growing quiet
Moving…
Glancing yet not looking
Gaze down
Quick but not yet running
Fear growing
Listening…
For footsteps
Echoes on cobblestones
The distance shrinking
The stranger watching
Looking…
End game
Where alleyway ends
Street begins
Lighter shade of darkness
Passing…
Nods his head
Without really looking
Or collecting
Or even questioning
Relief…
For a moment
Until somewhere
Breaking glass
Shatters the illusion
Challenging…
Renegotiating the balance
Or repercussions
Of an improper passing
Or transgression
Turning…
A fools errand
But nonetheless a look
Behind and below
Nothing but darkness
Running…
The alleyway stranger
Nowhere to be seen
The fear returning
A shattered reality
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Most creative. Could imagine it all and heard those echoing footsteps down an empty alleyway…
Suspenseful and drawing me into the alley, seeing, hearing, chills, all of it with your great imagery. Well done, Ralph.
Your word choice and imagery are perfect! You create a dark and sinister place where suspicion lies behind every corner. Well penned. Jamie