Gossamer

(cozy fantasy.)
Her aging heart sputters, her life drawing near its end. Emily barely musters the strength to follow a trio of cats one evening, into an eerie light that winds like silken strands through the night. Gossamer threads tangle and flare then die away, leaving Emily feeling younger than her years. She abandons her walker and waltzes on nimble feet down the dark neighborhood street, marveling at all the intertwining tendrils that most humans can't see. But one is a muddy muted color, jagged and spiked, leading from one vandalism to another. The broken window of her friend's house frames the prowler -- just as he catches sight of old Emily, wandering the streets alone.
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