The Silhouette
It was an ordinary day; waking up early in the morning, a little bit of exercise, the regular breakfast, the rush to the work, the same boss, colleagues and apprentices, the constant struggle between the desire to work and desire to slack. Anyway the day had been spent as usual. I had dragged myself to the finish line for the day and as usual was returning home. The waysides were as usual calm and comforting with quiet hedge at the edges. Vehicles were moving smoothly as always with no intension of disconcerting the state of my mind, they had somewhere to be and so did I. Small groups of people passing by or sitting contentedly on the benches had their own life and no intensions of sharing that with me and I did not cared for them either. It was a lonely walk from work back home as usual. Maybe it was few minutes to my home, I noticed something beside the hedge some meters ahead of me and it was strange because normally there would be nothing noticeable other than the calm and quie...