damp pagestouched by rain-soaked handstell a different storywhile the flame flickerssurprised by reflectionsunsureif it survived the stormand lived to tell a tale the key witness may failbut the altered scripttells mesomeone was hereto extinguish the flameuncomfortablewith the light, it shedson revealing paragraphs What Do You See #252
I’m not Sherlock
