Zan Wandering Restlessly

They never did find the man who formed the gang. Rumors that he went into hiding, that he surfaced on the darkest of nights, continued to persist over the decades.

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Edit: By request, I've added the ability to buy prints of this from my shop (and thank you so much Matt for giving me permission!)

As I approached the fire and its gathered dancing party I glimpsed a figure who, to my eyes, did not belong. Where they were young and full of vibrant energy, tossing back pills and drinks with joyous abandon, to look at him was to look at something dark and quiet at the center of their chaotic spiral.

For a brief moment he saw me through the crowd. We locked eyes. An itch crawled through my skin like my nerves had been set on fire, and my mouth felt like paper. I tore my gaze away just as a strange pressure began to build in my chest - a sense of building panic with no cause I could discern. I took a long drink from the can in my hand and counted to three.

When I dared look again, he was gone.

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