The Basement

I don’t know what it is about that toaster, but this has to be the fifteenth time I’ve down here looking for the breaker.

And, I’d have to forget my shoes.

So, yes, I’m down here barefooted on the cold floor. Serves me right for not replacing it when she asked.

Wait a minute. The breaker box is gone.

Am I in the right basement? Nuts. Where else would I be?

The light beam vanishes the closer I get. There’s nothing there.

Wait a minute. Did the wall move?

Yes, the wall moved.

The shadow is moving closer. I must run away. It is so close. It’s almost …

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Michael Shawn Sommermeyer

Michael Shawn Sommermeyer writes fast fiction, observations, poetry, mysteries, fantasies, and science fiction. He focuses on oddities, unbelievable facts, strange phenomenon, discoveries, and the people who wander uneven worlds. He ponders the dreams of mythmakers and explores what the every person dreams about. He writes fiction for and has written scientific and technical writing for a number of magazines.

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