Echoes in the Dark
The streets were dark and grey, the pedestrians merely silhouettes as he walked past them. He looked down to avoid eye contact, as he often did, until he saw white footprints glowing brightly on the bleak pavement. Moving to follow them, he stared ahead into the crowd, wondering who he was following. His pace and heart quickened as he felt compelled to chase this mysterious track. Seeing a part in the crowd, there stood a man with hair as white as snow and a suit just as pristine. The piping on his lapels was a pale olive color, his vest a bright orange. His purple tie drew his eye, at least until he matched the man’s gaze. His eyes were gentle but cold. The sort of gaze that built walls instead of inviting in. Still, his tragic smile seemed to warm his whole body. That was until the man’s hand brushed one of the passers by and they scattered like they had been made of ash. As the ashes spread and the scent filled his nose, the others on the street seemed to suffer the same fate. ...