Shortstuff

The Shadow

I am shadow, to his light

He is day, I am night

I hold his grudges

I know his urges

I am the deepest, darkest secrets of the human soul,

Yet I breathe,

And crave the light.

A very short story

A while ago I was set the challenge of writing a story that made

sense in fifty words or less. This is the result of that exercise

I'm not lying

Billy was near to tears, but still Donald didn't believe him.

'Look, we'll get upstairs; I'll go in and check. OK?'

Billy nodded.

Outside the room, Billy watched as his brother knocked.

Suddenly the door opened, inhaled Donald and slammed shut.

After a while Billy went downstairs.