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Bootsteps
Bootsteps
Boots.
Can you hear the bootsteps down the upstairs hall?
“Clomp, clomp, clomp...”
Soon the screaming starts.
The dog starts barking.
Things start crashing,
dishes maybe....
and then the beating.
The crying.
The door SLAM....
and then the bootsteps down the upstairs hall.
It is all the same.
The same every night.
Exactly.
But it is all residual.
Residual because nobody lives up there anymore.
No one rents up there anymore.
No one.
No.
Not anymore.
They are gone.
Just like everybody else who has come and gone since...
because of it all.
Because of the bootsteps down the upstairs hall.
--msl2022
Boots.
Can you hear the bootsteps down the upstairs hall?
“Clomp, clomp, clomp...”
Soon the screaming starts.
The dog starts barking.
Things start crashing,
dishes maybe....
and then the beating.
The crying.
The door SLAM....
and then the bootsteps down the upstairs hall.
It is all the same.
The same every night.
Exactly.
But it is all residual.
Residual because nobody lives up there anymore.
No one rents up there anymore.
No one.
No.
Not anymore.
They are gone.
Just like everybody else who has come and gone since...
because of it all.
Because of the bootsteps down the upstairs hall.
--msl2022
Published 17th Sep 2022
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