Strange encounter
The wind gushed against his mouth in bitter surges curling beneath his tongue, he could feel the sweet aroma tied onto him dragging him towards it. His tongue suspended within the air, wrapped around by the darkness. A despised frown hung onto the moon tonight, its creased, crusty skin looked like a worn rubber ball chewed, clasped onto by a silvery saliva. A beam of moonlight tossed upon Jack his eyes glinting with glee, lumbering up the street, arms swaying to and fro. There was no sign of twisting, coiling, frightening fear pulsing through his veins, no trepidation oozing from his appearance. He wasn’t clung onto the reality that grasped onto his surroundings.
He wandered with a certain joyfulness in an isolated street solitary only to be greeted by deep, concerning shadows. Clenching onto his neon, radiating, vermillion bucket he dove into the furthest corner of the blackness that coated the sky.
Abruptly his eyes fell onto his side. A looming, protruding shadow dozed into his pathway. As if it had fallen from the heavens or thrown up out of the underworld. Assuming it was a large tree that laid among the hedges an unease stirred in his stomach as a retching sensation brewed inside his throat. But the shadow didn’t stick to the broken tiles that built the sidewalks. But awkwardly hunched forwards and hastened its pace. Beads of sweat plastered his forehead like a plastic head-band. Now worried he to hid his face leaning forward. The shadow grew and grew, growing larger and larger as if it now was on the same sidewalk as him. His heart wrenched, yanked out of his chest, choked by the steel grip of hell.
His calf’s clamped to his legs, veins coursing with blood, he darted. Yet the shadow followed, stroking against the tip of his stout frame. Throwing himself into the middle of the road no car to be seen the moon dipped into the low-lying clouds.
A fog collapsed onto the road. Two glaring eyes distinctly appeared inside the thick mist. Piercing through the dull grey haze. His Adrenalin strung high, he dropped his bucket and hurled himself out of the fog like a giant needle, mechanically turning into the opposite direction.