The Unwelcome Thought

As I stood there, I was struck by a thought. Who hangs dust sheets from the walls? It had been stuck to the wall at the top with brown packing tape. In the light of my torch, I saw a black figure on the newly exposed section of wall as if a shadow had been burned onto the surface. Although it looked like a shadow, there was nothing external that could have cast it. As my fingers neared the surface of the wall, the shadow moved. The arms lifted the body shifting and the head, even though it was represented as a featureless two-dimensional shadow, turned to look at me. When something also shifted beneath the dust sheet at my back,

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