Foreboding

I walk back home from work, as I’ve always done.

But the walk feels different today.

There’s something in the air. An odd feeling.

Worming its way through my skin, my bones, boring into my gut.

A terrible, inescapable sense of dread.

I left my apartment keys at the office.

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