Like a Fast Curtain

         We went to bed sometime after midnight, with an all-night jazz station on the radio, and lying together in the dark, we did each other some good. And afterward i felt something lurking in the shadows out there on the edge of thought. I turned away from it, and sleep descended like a fast curtain.

A Drop of the Hard Stuff
Lawrence Block
2011                      

illustration
Sean Phillips

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