There might be a lot of things available to distract me right now. But nothing could probably do a good job as I am determined not to leave this matter alone.
I see the shadow, moving behind the curtain in the living room. I am not paranoid. I check if someone is hiding behind the curtain. But there is no one. Yet, the shadow is there. It stays there quietly as if waiting for me to go crazy.
I stretch my hand to touch that space where the shadow is supposed to be standing, it moves a little as if to show its displeasure. I think I saw a frown that said can’t you leave me alone! Don’t ask me how I saw the frown on a shadow; I just saw it!
I step away from it and take a seat on my couch facing that window whose curtain hid the questionable shadow. To my surprise the shadow comes and sits on the adjacent chair.
I can’t understand clearly if it is a he or a she, but I have a feeling that it is a she.
I am worried a little bit, because this guest is not what I wanted in this solo trip. But in a way I am relieved, too; after the death of Shannon my whole life seemed to be on a solo trip.
I am not crazy, not yet.
This flash fiction is written in response to the twelfth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SHADOW’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.