[ WP ] People often tell stories about how reflective surfaces like mirrors or pools of water are portals to other worlds . What people do n't tell stories about is how the same is true of shadows .

The sunshine was unbearable. In the heat of the desert day he stood in the center of the city park. Looking up, he stared straight into the sun. 
 
 His eyes burned as he looked down. His shadow reflected, crooked and out of reach. He bent down and gazed upon the the form of himself cast across the concrete. 
 
 Slowly he reached out and touched the shadow with his fingertips. As he felt along the dark ridges of the ground the shadow crept quietly up his hands. He twitched with anticipation the way a heroin addict gets excited as they wrap their arm. It was time. 
 
 His shadow absorbed his body, filling it up as he slowly became it. He adjusted his neck and his eyes became dark and blood shot. The veins in his head began to bulge and pulsate ever so rapidly. The time had come. The time to kill.
