You linger. You lurk. You loiter.
Day after day, as the sun ascends, you appear to passersby.
Dark. Shifty. Mysterious.
They watch you. Walk over you. Wonder about you. Your ephemeral manifestation only intensifies their bewilderment.
The sun descends unhurriedly as you shapeshift, elongate, transform, until the light evaporates into the horizon.
In the darkness, you slip away.
This was a difficult photo prompt, Visdare 35: Ephemeral. I was unsure how to define my writing, as a short story or poem. It’s sort of a combination of both. Since I’m not much of a poet, I went with short story. I seem to be in a bit of a creative slump this week, so don’t judge me too harshly.