Shadows In The Rain - Creative Writing

Shadows In The Rain - Creative Writing
It was was very late, shadow cast and misty as the rain was coming down in alight steady drizzle. It was the type of drizzle which makes the city relinquish the steamy warmth so overly humid. The rain comes down and pools on top of the valleys of sweat. All from the drizzle and the hue cast humidity that relinquishes ones soul. The first realization that I was not alone was the stench of a smell. It came from far away. Enough so, that it could have been said to be steadily creeping up on me between the rain drops. It finally caught up to me and encircled itself around so that I had to notice the stench it imposed. At once it was a friend and a mystery. It was everything forbidden in abiding and everything I ever seemed to want. Quickly, I turned at a glance to find where it had come. He was leaning against the old rusty gates that was part of a building.
From which the rain splatting against the rim of his faded dark cap and sliding down his black leather trench coat. I shivered for several minutes. He never looked up at me. Not then, anyway. Time seamed to stop, as it turned suddenly from a slight drizzle to a hellish downpour. Without looking at me, he motioned with his hand. A shiver went up my spine as if doom was staring at me, as if time stood still. As I slowly walked, with ever slow foot steps toward him, I tried to get a slight look of his face, his hollow eyes. Both were slightly hidden. The warning signal went off deep inside the fear I felt. I should have run as the shivers ran up my spine. I didn?t want to go toward him. As the fate I felt was unending. When I closed in on him he lifted his hand, gloved in tattered leather, he brushed the icy cold finger tips over my eyes. Like a web of illusions, I closed my eyes. His fingers slid down to my chin, then to my shoulder then my elbow. He led me into a realm of a geometric world. I don?t remember all the twists and turns of the first trip in time, had no meaning here. I don?t remember how long it took, or how short the stride. I don?t recall anything except the sound of the pouring rain hitting the ground, the feel of him cupping my elbow and that forbidden stench. I do remember that he broke it suddenly, as quick as it started. Not a word he spoke. It was not a word anybody spoke. Instead, it came from beyond the realm of death. In the darkness. I opened my eyes, looked quickly around and saw nothing. I was alone, standing in a small circle of light that captured my fearful soul. He was gone. I did not understand how I could hear commands not spoken. I turned three times, then half dizzy, mindless, stopped. I wanted to sit down, my legs were wobbly from the world from which I came. He emerged from the darkness, minus stench. I was entranced by his being. He held a package out to me until I took it. Mere seconds of an over turned hourglass. I looked at the strange package of which I held. It had my name on it. I looked up to ask him how he knew. He was gone. The command of a voiceless realm came. Again, I was disappointed. I wanted to ask ?To whom??. But I couldn?t find the courage to do so. Instead I nodded and closed my eyes for just a minute, as time seemed to stand still. The sound of pouring rain was louder then ever before, more intrenched. I opened my eyes to find myself holding a package outside the old iron gates of the building. The man was gone. I was confused. I wanted to see his face, his hollow eyes. I slowly opened the package beholding to me. He was gone. The contents of the package was a scroll. A sign post to my destiny. The future. A lifes ending tale for a mystery in a night of timeless end.

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