I came across a woman who kept tripping over her shadow.
If only it didn’t stand so close, she said, tripping over the shadow’s right foot.
She lifted herself from the ground and before she could hit full stride, the shadow tripped over her.
Fuck! It yelled. She keeps getting in the way.
It lay on the ground, grunting. I think I’ve twisted my ankle.
Here, let me help, I offered. The shadow was tall and spindly and so was relatively easy to pick up.
The sun went behind a cloud and briefly the two became one.
Then it came out again, and the pair went on their slapstick way, tripping and falling.
How they made it home was anyone’s guess.
John Malone 
After a few pints of Newcastle Browns I’ve had problems with my shadows.
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Lol 🙂 as you can tell I had fun with this one; Occasionally I let my imagination off the leash and this is what results. My fault 🙂
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That’s often the way I feel about life: someone or something is in the way.
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I didn’t mean it to be metaphorical but yeh I like that interpretation. I guess it is
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Shadows do tend to get quite close. Always wondered why they can’t just keep their distance like normal people.
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perhaps I was recalling Peter Pan’s rebellious shadow 🙂
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