Past midnight, you can hear the wind.
Earphones plugged in, you venture out,
how appropriate, 'Darkfall'.
At a distance,
someone.
A leg propped up against the tree,
the silhouette, a thin frame.
His head looks down,
something lights up.
Beep.
Your phone.
You read,
you look up,
you turn back,
you walk far away.
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