the room was cold and chilly when mr pride entered , it was also empty. but mr pride took no notice as he sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette and opened a book at a random page. after a while he looked up, the room was still cold, chilly and empty. he turned some pages and resumed his reading.

but something felt wrong, something was missing, deep down, something forgotten and something repressed, something swelling from the deeps, something surging to the fore, something, something…

mr pride shivered, he was alone in a cold and chilly room, and something, just something wasn’t right. he put down the book, walked over to the window and looked out. something was wrong, something, he just knew it, something…

“so…” he thought

slowly his shadow grew and stretched further and further into the room till it touched the opposite wall, and still mr pride remained standing where he was, standing there, still, like an old tired raven. and looking out onto the world, he felt it had an empty feel to it.

“so…” he thought.

outside dusk deepened into darkness as the night closed in and mr pride’s shadow slowly blended with the creeping gloom in the room.

“so…” he thought

outside a gale swept up, torturing the earth.

“so…”

“…”