Thursday, October 16, 2008 | |

Short Story - The Mad Man and His Shadow

And he jumped to the right, stopped and looked downwards. No, it was still with him. This was maddening. He had been trying for hours now, to get rid of the strange anomaly that was following him but it was adamant, it followed him wherever he went.

He was exhausted and he decided to surrender to it.

‘Vile wretch – you will not let me live in peace – you will follow me wherever I go and vex me with your presence,’ this he declared to his adversary and then he sat there, the mad man in a corner outside his small hut and he fell asleep.

And when night arrived, he woke up. Suddenly he was exalted, the persistence nagger – it was there no more in the darkness and he was now free.