In the shadows

Andy Warhol - Myths: The Shadow (F&S II. 267), 1981

he had to be quiet. he was almost walking on tiptoe. thoughts racing fast through his mind, he kept denying them in his head. "that's impossible, she said she was at her friend's"
he thought as he creeped up the stairs, in the shadows, trying not to make a sound, "I'm imagining things, but i heard two voices, if it's not her then who could it be?" Then he stood perfectly still...

"There it was again!" he thought to himself, his heart pounding so hard he was worried they could hear it. An almost muffled up laugh came out of his study. She always had the softest laugh. and then came that other voice, one he couldn't recognize but somehow made him made nonetheless.

He slowly and quietly reached for the door knob, opening it without making a sound he heard her say in quiet giggles that they can't, they should stop, "he'll be here any minute now." He opened the door with such rage, he almost took it off it's hinges.

Everything went quiet. Everyone was still. Dead silence. Like the calm before the storm, everyone knew what was coming next...
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What runs through your head when you see Warhol like that?

"El Dante"