Part 1

The Mysterious Man At The Shop Window

A mystery story

Yesterday, when walking down Despair Street, I stopped in front of a store window.

Among so many others, I don’t know why that one was chosen. On the other side was a man who curiously looked at me. It was familiar, but at the same time a perfect stranger. His look showed a mixture of anguish, suffering, evil, and death. There was something about him that disturbed me. It was as if … he was alive but … without a soul. Devoid of any feelings. He had let the years allow his soul to escape him, amidst the delusions suffered by his inability to rise due to the many abrupt falls in the confines of his humanity.

A harbinger of death was upon him.

He was undoubtedly capable of killing. Only fear, perhaps the only remnant of what he could still feel, prevented him from doing so. The dimension of Time no longer seemed to exist with the sole purpose of recording the moment for eternity. I took a step forward. I looked back. He was gone! I may never know who that acquaintance was, someone I’d never seen before. I hope I will never see him again. I didn’t like him!

Part 2