Thunder

I'd definetly fly

"Danger gleams like sunshine to any man or brave woman's eyes."

Tonight the shadows seemed extra huge and frightening, the setting sun falling slowly behind the horizon. Buildings rose high into the sky and every noise echoed through the silent street.

Well, silent as Batemans Bay gets. There was a constant wiz of cars that drove on by, couples shrinking into their coats, shops closing for the night. The city was slowly closing its eyes. The moon, full and bright, seemed to flirt with the stars and the stars themselves, blushed and shone brighter.

I looked sternly into each alleyway I passed, their dark and mysterious shadows looming up the walls and shrinking into the deepest corners of the brick walls. I was watching the city with my green eyes in the deepest, darkest shadows.

A loud bang erupted in the sky and my senses heightened, I jumped into action. Before I could run out of fear I caught a glance into the starry night. Fireworks threw their colours around the stars and I calmed down, relaxing into my wandering stroll down the path.

Another one exploded in the sky and I soon got used to the constant rumble in the distance. I heard yelling and shouting, glancing up, there was a balcony with people dancing and yelling with cups full of light brown liquid that sloshed around with the beat of the music.

I looked down at puddles beneath my feet, the reflection of the fireworks bouncing of the water. people were celebrating the last day of the Christmas holidays, always an excuse for a good party.

I carried on down the street, turning left, then left again then soon took a right down an eerily quite street.

I glanced down an alleyway and stopped.

There was nothing there of course, but I could just feel it. It was just odd...odd in a way that I could only see.

You know when you hear a voice and can't quite place it? It was something like that, except there was no voice, just a noise. A series of grunts that slipped from the dark.

It was unusual, well, as unusual as noises in the dark on a full moon night can get. The noises stopped and I took two steps to carry one with my lonely evening when it started again, it was urging me almost. The dark seemed to move for a second, reaching out for me.

A man on the other side of the road looked at me strangely as I leaned forward into the darkness, like I had insulted him by wavering in my constant stroll. The alleyways sucked in the light, dare I say. It felt heavy. It felt like danger. The darkness was a big caution sign, if you use your imagination.

I see danger like this all the time, the air feels heavy and thick like it has an essence. An essence other than itself.

I should probably leave it alone. It's a dog? Maybe a cat? Or a lion escaped from the circus? Or maybe just as simple as a homeless man huddled away from the cold and the world, pulling my hands out of my jeans the cold nibbled at my fingers.

Maybe I could spare a few coins, of course it wouldn't hurt. Maybe I would feel a little lighter at my good deed. I didn't have any money on me anyways, but something's seemed to pull me in. Curiosity? Or the danger?

I waded through the darkness, my senses heightened. As I reached the end, I was met with a brick wall. To my left was an ordinary bin, one of the those large ones.

I felt it judge me, "idiot." It was saying.

Of course, I've run into danger before. I really did feel like an idiot right now. Nothing was here, I said to myself, carry on.

But the thickness of the air hadn't gone, it still lingered. Danger was still lurking in the quiet. I looked at the wall like it would reveal a hidden staircase or something ridiculous like that.

Turning around I noticed a door, quite stupid of me. I didn't notice it there before. Maybe it did appear out of nowhere.

I stood there, staring at the door. It was a light green with a brass, rusty doorknob.

It was non of my business anyways. Turning around.

I walked away.