Mirage

I sit under a barren tree as rays of the sun start diminishing.

I hear a voice that’s more of an order, “Leave; it’s time for demons to rise.”

Astonished if it’s a miracle or a mystery, I rub my eyes only to see again with the same confusion – a mirage… Me in front of me.

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Inspired by Sonya’s ‘Three Line Tales #265’.