Short Fiction: Into Shadow

A short alley, just a block long. On one side the back fences of houses, and on the other the back walls of one-time law firms, doctor’s offices. One dim, yellow lamp illuminated the alley with a dim, yellow glow. Unpaved; dirt and rocks, weeds, low branches from live oaks draped with hanging moss like tentacles, and a grand magnolia at one end marked it. The alley.

That, yes, and something else.

Memory. . . . A year past, when, alone, Jack Dorsey walked at ten past midnight through the alley. A wind blew, a fine autumn breeze that sent shivers, but Jack…