Is it a figment of my imagination or am I actually seeing some creature emerging from an archway on the side of a building? Am I getting sick? Might I have a fever? Am I hallucinating? Maybe that is what is to blame.
I know. I’ll wave my hand in front of my face and it will be gone. No? Now I’ll cover my eyes, sure it will disappear when I look back. Nope, it’s still there, staring down at me with a mischievous — or maybe even an evil — grin.
That creature — an elf, a sprint, a gargoyle, whatever — may be intrinsic to the brick building. But whatever it is, it’s mocking me, making me question what my eyes are seeing, making me doubt my own sanity.
Now it’s moving again, no longer frozen in place. It’s coming closer to me, reaching out to grab me. With that damn grin on its face. My heart is pounding, my chest is feeling tight. My vision is fading to darkness. That figment of my imagination will be the death of me.
Written for KL Caley’s #writephoto prompt. Photo credit: Geoff Le Pard. Also for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (figment), The Daily Spur (sick), Word of the Day Challenge (blame), Ragtag Daily Prompt (wave), Your Daily Word Prompt (intrinsic), and My Vivid Blog (tight).