End of the Line

September Six Word Photo Story Challenge: “Shadows”

Nobody knows where their shadow goes.

Yesterday, I finally managed to board the Shadow Commuter Express – using means best not revealed for your personal safety, gentle reader.

I made it all the way to the terminus and, when I alighted from the station deep underground, spotted a ghostly procession of figures making for this building, built apparently of infrared light and shadow.

I daren’t proceed further that day as, you understand, I have unfinished business here in the sunlit surface world.

But someday, that work will be done and I will be free to explore this newfound realm of non-Euclidean geometry and invisible light.

Yours truly,

H.G. Wells. I mean HP Lovecraft. I mean Aaron.

You can read parts one and three of what has turned into a trilogy here:

Part One:

Part Three