... I noticed that behind me. I pretended nothing, I turned right without looking back. Then left. Then right. And yet right. And left again. I looked behind as vaguely as possible. He was always behind me. Just like you show it in its more usual representation. Black tunic. Black Cap. No meat and skin and cartilage. A skeleton with empty sockets. Almost empty. He seemed to see the stars in those holes without eyes. The narrow crescent with both hands. I realized that escape was not very logical.
- Why you follow me?
- I'm just walking a bit '
- my time has come?
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No. - Then why do you follow me.
- we only do the same route. Is it a coincidence and nothing more.
- Ah.
- See, I am a solitary. I would not want anybody with me. I'm not going anywhere. They are all sooner or later come to me.
- So goodbye
- Hello.
continued walking. A dog pissing on the wheel of a Mercedes. By now it was dark. In the sky you could see the first stars. You must be a god to invent something like death. I went back home ...
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