Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
-Simon & Garfunkle
Quickly, Simone ran after Darkness. He didn’t appear to walk any faster than Simone, yet somehow he managed to gain more ground. People walked the streets paying them little to no attention. That seemed strange, even for a city as big as LA where no one would give you a second look if your hair were on fire.
She hurried down the road after him. Thankfully, when he reached the park across the way, he finally slowed.
“You’re never going to get anything done at that pace,” he told her offhandedly as she came to a stop.
“I can’t go any faster,” she replied catching her breath.
“Well not with that attitude,” he replied and turned to the three ghostly figures behind him. “Now for you three.”
The figures looked dismal and worn as they shuffled in place before him. Two stood fumbling with little shiny objects.
“Hand it here,” he called to the apparitions.
Reluctantly one of the figures sighed with a strange echoey sort of sound and handed over the small rock. Almost immediately the creature began to glow, brighter and brighter until its form blurred. Simone shielded her eyes, but then the brightness went out. A faint gust of wind rustled her hair and the surrounding foliage.
The creature was gone. Continue reading