It flapped open and he held on to both sides for a moment, long enough for me to see that his eyes weren’t shiny black anymore. The pupils or irises or whatever were still too big, bigger than human, what you’d probably need for living in the dead space under a house, but there was some white at the edges now too. It was how I could tell he was looking at me. It was how I could see everything he wanted to do to me. I ran ahead, my arms already straightened, and pushed him the rest of the way out, then stood there, my chest heaving. He didn’t fall up into the sky. There wasn’t any rule about
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