Mine

I thought it followed me around. For the longest time it seemed obvious. I was the actor it was a result of my action. Then one day I found out different. I decided to go for a walk. I set foot on the sidewalk. I started walking, but my feet were pulled from my chosen path. They followed my shadow’s commands not mine. I walked all the way to the railroad tracks without my control. Behind me I heard an enormous sound, the crashing of a plane. If I hadn’t followed my shadow’s path I too would have been slain.


Prompt ▼

Week #5 Prompt:

Write a story about your shadow.

(Some ideas for brainstorming: How does it change when you move?
What does it look like in different kinds of light, in different situations?
What would happen if you lost it? Does it have a secret life?)