This morning, I submitted a little story to a contest. If I win, I get a major award. I should say if it wins. That would be nice.
Would you like to read my little story? Very well. It’s called A Shadow of Himself.
The sun is going down. The lights in the station and the street come on. Now he stands and leaves his bag on the ground and his old coat on the bench. He wants a little more of all of it, this place where he has grown and been loved, lost everything, and found this hour of peace as the daylight fades.