Spooked written by: Barbara Harris Leonhard   Night, a suffocating tar pitch. A whisper strokes my hair. Laughter and the clinking of glasses from somewhere overhead. Music winging to my ears. I want not to be alone in night’s dark mound. Beneath my feet, an ice rink. I glide in the shadows of this cave, holding onto the limestone walls, feeling for handholds and footholds for my ascent. The light, a sliver of moon, my rope to the entryway. I … Continue reading Spooked