He was nothing but an invisible shadow to others
When he left the office he knew no one had notice he had ever arrived
The world seemed distant as he walked lowering his head above ominous pavements
As he passed the concrete figures a wind took a hold of his trench, bringing sounds of laughter from an ongoing Christmas feast
Once, he turned around, sure of that someone was watching but no one was there to meet his sorrowful glance or notice his obscure appearance
It was then it struck him;
– Maybe?, he thought… …there was a chance he was the loneliest man in the world
Before turning the key to his apartment he had to turn around and look again, almost sure of that someone was following
…but street stood empty and the only sound was a nearby teakettle groaning in dismay
That evening he went to bed later than usual and for some reason he suddenly felt a bit at ease
He fell asleep feeling safer and brighter than in a very long time
That evening there was a full moon
It had watched over him, embracing his spiritless little mind with its inescapable glisten
caressingly waddled him to sleep like a mother waddling her child
As first stripes of dawn reached the linen he knew he had never ever been alone
Maneaters strike after full moon
Full moon link to animal behavour revealed