Shadows 5

Shadows 5

Charles L. Grant


There was the sound of a box opening. Somewhere behind them, or in front of them, or to their left, or right. A large box with a large and ponderous lid was being opened. There was a heavy, wheezy breathing. A rattling, dry cough. Another wheezing breath, and then a whispered grunt and the closing of the box lid. The man who collected boxes shuffled toward them and lifted his heavy head. His hands were veined and trembling, his bones gaunt. He lifted his head, slowly, and looked out at them through the black shadows of his eyes.

Then he tried to speak . . .

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Shadows 5