The street was draped in the shades of the night. Shadows played games at the edges of the weak light cast by the sputtering street lamps. The only sounds on the street were the clatter of the woman’s shoes as she walked from one flickering yellow pool of light to the next, her shadow dancing with the its partners in the night.
Her thoughts were on other places, light and airy compared to the darkness of her surroundings. The flicker of a light caught her attention, breaking her from the daydream she had sunk into. Slowly she turned, sure in her mind that her eyes would catch a glimpse of something behind her.
Nothing was there.
No person, no dog, not even a leaf to have caused the shadows to dance so. That made her leery for a moment, but with the turn of her head she left the thought behind. It must have been her imagination, or so that was what she told herself.
Once again she led her show on through the dance of the night, but this time she did not allow herself to slip back into thoughtless fantasy. Her focus was rewarded as once again a shadow flickered where none should be. As before she turned, and as before nothing was there to see. Her heart quickened at the sight of the empty street, for there was no way that her mind could be playing such a trick on her.
This time she walked faster, her heels rising in volume as the clanked across the surface of the night covered ground. For a moment she thought herself free of the follower, yet when she was on the verge of relaxing and dismissing the whole thing the shadow flickered again. She spun around once again only to spy the empty street.
Tired of the game she resolved to cross the street. Her heart pounded in her ears as she did. She hurried across the wide road and down the street. Something man shaped detached itself from an alleyway and hurried after her, disappearing into the shadows on the other side of the street. Just as the woman slowed down again the shadow appeared in her view, lasting long enough for her to jerk her head to the side and spot a man standing just outside the light from the streetlamps.
As he stood there like a deer in the headlights the shadow that stretched before the woman swung around like a pendulum from her feet until it spanned the distance between the two. The edges of the shadow, now darkening the ground around the man’s feet like a pool of ink, stretched up and in an instance enveloped the man in its folds.
It sank slowly back to the ground before stretching back up like a pet to nuzzle the woman’s hand. In reply she stroked it like a favored pet.
“It makes it so much easier when dinner comes to us, doesn’t it?” With that and a radiant smile, she continued on down the street, her shadow – now content – swinging along behind her.