No matter should I attempt to run from, too, or through – He stands, belligerent.
Pervasive, judgmental… longing for me to fail. Needing me to.
He is what I fear.
He is me.
Sorry to be back so soon, raining again on your Trifecta Writing Challenge parade, but this prompt – wherein we get to slap down 33 words about that which scares us most – (for me at least) was a clear no-brainer. I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse into a “me” that is in the process of withering, as my new horizon slowly chases all his shadows away.