Host and Guest
Author: Ukari
To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.
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When I was bringing the washing in from the veranda, I saw my shadow go faltering down the stairs. It wasn’t the first time it had left me behind to go somewhere else. It usually returned within a few days, so I wasn’t bothered by it.
It’s not like I was inconvenienced by not having a shadow. In the past I was worried that people might find it creepy, but surprisingly, while it might seem like people are looking at you, they’re really not.
For example, imagine you’re standing in line for the register and there’s a woman in front of you. Do you check to see if she has a shadow? I don’t think most people would.
Supposing someone did notice I had no shadow, I think they would doubt their own eyes before doubting me. I don’t think there are many people who would look that deeply into it, especially those who I have no connection with.
But every now and then I have this dream. In the dream, my shadow is living with my face. With my face it gets married, with my face it raises children, with my face it lives happily. Then I suddenly begin to wonder. Maybe I’m the one who’s the shadow…