for The Sunday Muse
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.