for The Sunday Muse
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I like nothing more than venturing out on a moonlit night with my friend. He is not just any friend, he’s my best friend, my shadow!
We walk along a track and he follows me. I turn right, he’s beside me. Right again, then he’s in front of me. I chase him. The faster I run the faster he goes!
As we cross a slatted bridge, he comes and goes and comes and goes! It’s so funny!
Entering a street, we stop by a wall and we bow to each and shake hands!
Then we cross the road and begin walking back again. Ooh, he’s on the road now, I’m worried in case he gets run over!
Oh … he’s gone … disappeared!
The moon’s still shining, what’s happened? Look, there’s a storm drain. He must have slipped through the grating and fallen into the stinky cesspit below!
Suddenly, I’m awake. It was all just a dream, thank goodness.
I turn on the bedside light and there he is, back again. My best friend, my shadow!
But what’s that smell? It reeks of sewage in here.
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Magnetic storytelling, gripping to the end. Marvellous intrigue forming at the end…
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Thanks, Suzette!
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yes, what is that smell? 🤔
~David
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It probably has something to do with his shadow falling down into a sewer last night! Cheers, David.
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Delightful poem Keith
much💛love
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Thanks so much Gillena
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whimsical
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Thanks, Beth!
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Such an amusing story Keith
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Thanks, I’m pleased you like it Sadje.
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You’re welcome
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A lark of a story!
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You can’t beat a bit of a lark! Cheers!
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The shadow that follows, a wonderful tale with dreamlike qualities. Dreams can shift at ay point just like the shadow that disappears in the drain.
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Indeed they can. Thanks so much.
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Don’t you just hate those nightmares with ‘smelly-vision’ – good tale 🙂
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You bet I do!
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Fun Keith.
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Thanks so much, Di!
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Truth is stranger than fiction? Or in this case, dreams. Great imaginating!
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It certainly can be!
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Oh dear! 😀 Sleepwalking again, Keith?! You’re so funny 🙂
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thanks so much, Sunra!
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But what’s that smell?
It reeks of sewage in here.
Great narration Keith! You brilliantly slipped in the tinge of humour in your closing above. Love it!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank. The shadow could at least have had a shower before popping back!
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Your stories are always so clever!
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That’s so kind of you, Mimi!
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Sometimes dreams tell us something we need to know, and sometimes they are just silly dreams…or nightmares. Only The Shadow Knows.
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They know more than we imagine!
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Such a wonderful story Keith! It was a delight to listen to you reading it!!
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That is so nice of you Carrie. It’s always a delight to take part.
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Love this Keith! If you use your ‘vivid’ imagination, you might see me tap dancing to “Me and My Shadow.” Frank Sinatra’s version.
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I hate when my shadow gets all stinky! And man, hope he doesn’t stop for a bean burrito. That can get ugly later.
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