Stop me if you think you’ve heard this one before, as Morrissey said many years ago.
Out and about, taking a stroll after the tea, when something looms from the gloom — a cyclist, a jogger, a very fast pedestrian — and zooms past you. No warning ahead of time, just a ghostly shape that appeared without a sound, and then proceeded to vanish again, zipping into the mist.
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