|He sat at the computer, typing in the last
of it. It wasn't because it was something, finally, to write. It was just
because he had to ... to get it out.
After they had taken Sarah, he'd grown completely distracted and unable to
concentrate. They were closest to him here by the computer where he sat in
his writer's daze. The fog of his mind had brought them. He knew that now.
They were attracted to him.
It was getting dark again now. He was beyond crazy.
His mind was a darkness more pitch black empty than he'd ever felt in his
life. He hoped it would be enough to interest them. He would have to just
wait and see, here in the darkness. Just wait and see.
||The last few nights he had thought he saw
Sarah at the edge of his vision, but when he turned, all that remained was
her shadow whispering to him that they wanted him.
They wouldn't let her go, of course,
now that she had seen them. But it was he who had first attracted their attention
with the dark, hollow intensity of his writer's block.
Revised: March 11, 1999
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