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The Shadows We Follow
Everyone admired the beautiful boardwalk.
Only Victoria noticed the shadows.
They crossed the planks like warning signs, pulling at her balance with every step.
The farther she walked, the more the dark patterns seemed to whisper, Turn back.
She closed her eyes for a heartbeat.
When they opened again, the shadows hadn’t moved—but neither had the sea, the sky, nor the distant horizon waiting for her.
She smiled.
“Fear always casts a longer shadow than truth.”
Keeping her eyes on the water instead of the boards beneath her feet, she continued forward.
The dizziness stayed behind.
PHOTO PROMPT Rochelle Wisoff-Fileds
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