• I was standing, just watching. I was looking back into the eyes of a Little Boy. It was an eerie night, late in the night of a cool, snowy January. You could hardly see the full moon behind the thick clouds. The Little Boy had no jacket. He was just simply sitting and shivering.



    The street was empty, not a single person was there. I was still watching never losing gaze on the Little Boy. As I was watched the Little Boy I began to see that he had not noticed me. I, just like him, had no jacket. I wanted to give the Little Boy a jacket, but I remembered I couldn't. After all I was the one looking back.



    I saw the Little Boy jump up from his spot. The Little Boy must have seen something. The Little Boy was staring at his shadow. To the Little Boy I said, "It's just your shadow." The Little Boy could not here me though. I knew that, but yet I tried to tell him.



    Still the Little Boy gazed deep into his shadow. The Little Boy cried out, "Mom is that you?" That's when I saw the Little Boys shadow. The shadow seemed to be dancing, luring the Little Boy in. I could not do anything to stop the Little Boy from his gaze, because really I was the one gazing back into the Little Boys eyes.



    The Little Boy crying as he spoke, yelling "Mommy why wont you answer me?" The shadow in an animal sort of way, started to lead the Little Boy away. Away from my gaze. The Little Boy followed the shadow to the deepest and also darkest part of the graveyard.



    The Little Boy was lead strait to the grave of his mother. I had followed him there. I yelled out to the sky, "Why must you put this Little Boy back through the death of his mother?" I was still watching though, as the Little Boy picked up a piece of gravestone. The Little Boy threw it at his shadow. "Get away you stupid shadow, you're not wanted here." The Little Boy had said.



    The shadow was not affected. The Little Boy knew that the only way to get rid of his shadow was to die or be blind. I saw how the Little Boy had picked up the same grave stone he had threw at his shadow. The Little Boy was shaking. It began to snow harder. The Little Boy stepped backwards falling into a grave that was empty. I saw it happen I was witness to it, but yet I could never tell anyone.



    Time had past and yet I still saw the Little Boy eating bugs that came by and when it rained he could drink. I was still gazing back into the eyes of the Little Boy. The unwanted Little Boy remained haunting everyone who came near, like his shadow had done to him.