An escape · it opened with something wrong and you got out
Followed home
Walking home on a street that keeps stretching, you hear steps that match yours. You run, try doors that aren’t yours, and your own lock won’t turn. Then you stop, and turn around.
“when I turned around it was just my own shadow, taller than me”
What it’s doing
The chase is the same. What changed is you: this time, you turned around.
A question to sit withWhat would you see if you stopped sooner?