Black shadows fled from the white light of the solitary lamppost, moving like wild things as The Stranger walked amongst them. His long, battered coat flew out behind him like a pair of dark wings. He came to stop, staring up at the light, the only bright thing on this starless night.
This was how things always started: a quiet town, a cold wind, a shadowy night. Every place he stopped, everywhere he went, it was always the same story. He was pulled onwards, to new places and new people, to solve their problems and move on, never able to rest.
Any minute now, he thought. It’s about to begin.
And then, through the dark and silent night, came an unearthly howl of fury that could be made by no human being.
The Stranger ran towards it, as he always did.
It was time for the story to begin.
Word Count: 149
This is for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge and Maria for contributing the prompt photo!