Into the Shadows
By Tick tock
The street was empty. Empty of cars, people, animals; empty of life. I walked along grey pavement, under a grey sky, watching the grey bin bags littered on the street waving in the wind. He hadn't said where, not precisely anyway, just that he wanted to see me. What was i doing here anyway? I should have stayed at camp, this was a bad idea. Whatever, once i reach the end of the street, i'll go back I told myself. But just as the last stray bin bag was in sight, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into a side street. It was darker here, and the stench of litter was more prominent, but the cobbled streets and houses so close were reassuring, almost protecting. I turned to face him. He released me but before i could even utter a word of idignation, he pressed a cool finger to my lips. And as he bent over to whisper in my ear, the familiar shiver ran down my spine. "tomorrow, 7th street off Winston Avenue, come alone." He straightned, looked me in the eye, and walked off, into the shadows.