Ameliea Sawatzky

The Man With No Name

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. An average passerby would take no notice of this candle, despite the oddity of its presence. Not because one is easily accustomed to strange lights in the depths of the woods, but because a normal glance would skip right past the light, unseeing, as though nothing were there at all. Pupils would refuse to contract, eyes refrain from blinking, and yet the face of the unwary visitor would alight for all to see, no longer sheathed in the safety of shadows. A spotlight for none but the predator to see.