Posted Friday October 28
This morning I had a shadow. Yes, you. We played chase after breakfast. The faster I ran the quicker you went. You remember. Don’t you?
That bridge. The one over the river? You came and went as we ran. Coming and going. It was fun, wasn’t it? Then when we got this side you disappeared. Abandoned me. You did. And I thought you were my friend.
I hate you.
Where are you? I’m standing in the sunshine. Look. Don’t mess with me. That tree has a shadow. I know you’re here. Somewhere.
I don’t like it here. Can we go home? Take me home. Please?
Thank you Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers for hosting and Peter Abbey for your inspirational photo.