The Silver Man

A solitary figure strolls down a near-empty side-street. The day is beautiful, the sun seeming willing to bestow a kiss of warmth upon anyone it makes contact with... except for the man. Despite the extraordinary weather he is hidden in shadows, shadows that aren't supposed to be there. Something about their nature suggests that they originate from the man himself.

A short story that I wrote when I was in school, obviously to be expanded on. What is currently published is the original short story but it is in no way finished. I have an idea for how to write it in a more interesting and longer way, this is just the concept.