That ’ s when I ’ d miss my footing and fall from the ladder . I ’ d collapse in on myself , knowing that death ’ s image was what siphoned his last thought from his head .
The bath water has gone cold .
~.~ I picked at the paint on the banister and watched the grey evening light turn black . I decided to leave the beach house and head in the direction of the town . Just like every night , the sea leaned against the sands as I walked by .
The town was asleep and only the moon had her gaze on me . She was stamped against the blackness like a white china plate . She followed me , her light bouncing off the damp cobblestones . All the shops and houses curved like a crescent along the coast .