Things You Need
Maybe he’d thought he’d locked it, but hadn’t.
I meandered forward, glancing around the cluttered shelves. My gaze didn’t settle on anything in particular, gliding over used tools, old board games, discarded dolls and other cast-offs. By the time I reached the counter, most of my unease (okay, fear) had passed. The human brain is interesting, if you think about it. It doesn’t want to be afraid or think about things hiding in the shadows. It hates ideas that don’t make sense, or things that trouble us deeply inside . . .
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