E for Eerie

I was going to post this last night, but my internet crashed just as I was about to hit publish. Anyway, it’s back up now, and the post has finally arrived on my blog! 🙂 Enjoy

**Hey everyone! So I thought I would make this more fun by joining the A to Z blogging challenge! Yeah, I know, I’m a little late to the party.. I only found out about it now – but hey, better late than never! Missing out the first four days, I will now go ahead with “day” E…**

It was sunny in the park. Far too sunny for such a dark day, he thought. Squinting up to the sun, he saw that there were no clouds in the sky. Sighing, he sat down. It was strange, he realised, looking about himself uneasily. Usually the park was crowded full on such a nice day. He saw no one for miles around. He didn’t want to panic, but something inside him made him glance around anxiously. No one. He groaned. It was his head. He had definitely drunk himself to his doom the night before. And all because his girlfriend left him. Left the town, left the country. Travelling. With someone else. He wasn’t rich enough. The other guy was. He shook his head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

Looking about himself, he suddenly realised that the shadow that he thought was his was far too tall and large to be his. He was sitting, yet his shadow seemed to be standing, literally looming over him. He gulped, looking one last time for anyone else in the park.

Then, slowly, he turned around. A black shadow blocked his view of the sun. He stared for a full five seconds. All of a sudden it was gone and he was blinking into the bright sunlight again. All around him noise erupted and the park seemed to fill with people just like always.

© 2016

Sunday Photo Fiction, April 3rd 2016


2 responses to “E for Eerie”

  1. oooh very creepy. I really like that.

    1. Thank you!

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