Oh, it was so dark along this street. Just that hooded, half dimmed light on the other side, too far behind me to do any good any more. Looking downward into the little pool of it's own reflection, like a discreetly retiring eye refusing to see what happened to me...... A car passed once in a while, but even that was nothing, just a swift black shape hastening along on the black tide with a glint of silver at it's prow.
The Black Angel
Cornell Woolrich
1943
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