Night Relics
“He threw himself down the wooden stairs in a single, twisting leap, already running toward the driveway when he hit the lawn, hunched over, aware that he was illuminated by moonlight and wanting to distort whatever view she would get of him.
In the shadow of the house he straightened up and ran flat out toward the street, glancing at the still-closed front door.
There was a light on in the living room. She was calling the police. Of course she was calling the police.
He leaped over a big eucalyptus log that edged the front lawn, ran across the street and into the darkness of the trees, unwinding the gauze around his face as he ran. Thank God he had wrapped his face up. She’d have got a clear look at him otherwise. It would have been over then, all of it.
The wind tore the night to pieces, blowing through the high, dead grass in the field. He ran straight into it, lit by moonlight again, still hunching down.
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