Him (tiny story)

He was a tall, dark, silhouette. Almost a shadow. He moved silently down the cold deep ally. His

legs- moving so fast it looked like he was just levitating over the icy cobblestone. There were bats.

Fluttering above head, in soft whispers. His long thin jacket was draped over his narrow

shoulders. It looked black, but in the moonlight you could see it was a deep crimson colour. He

kept moving forward in at a quick pace. Wherever he was going it must be important. He had a

hat perched on his head, and there was a feather peeking out of one side. Then all of a sudden he

stopped. Looked up at the bats, and removed his hat. In the dark he looked bald, but in the shine

of the moonlight, you could tell. He was a skeleton.