Shae Davidson

Last Chance for a Slow Dance

They slipped away one by one as they town slept. The weak shadows cast by the glow of digital clocks were almost invisible as they first flexed and stretched, straining to reach a wall or the leg of a dresser. The deeper, more defined shadows created by the lights lining the streets of Pine Grove twisted away from their owners easily, almost rising from the floor as the dashed down stairs and along empty hallways.