FaceFic

I am the mythical panther, the sinuous shape on the road, “it wasn’t a wombat, for sure”. I am that unknown shriek in the remote night, when darkness is utter and logic hides under the pillow; I see your tiny lights flicker on and purr. And when you see the blue light shining on the opposite hill “like a huge mozzie trap”, never discover that the religious retreat’s giant Coptic cross is what keeps me from your neck.