Larry perspired profusely in the sweltering mid afternoon sun, despite the gentle breeze that blew through the park. It was almost as if that weird comet passing by the earth was cranking up the thermometer. The scientists on the news had warned that it was emitting bursts of strange radiation. People had been warned to stay inside while it passed. Larry had scoffed at that. He never missed his daily walk.
With the sun at his back, he glanced of his shadow. Frowning, he noticed a tail protruding from his backside. He spun around, trying to spot whatever was causing the illusion. Just trees and park benches. When he returned his gaze, he saw the tail had disappeared, but now there were two strange spikes atop his shadow’s head, like horns. His hands felt his scalp. Nothing. He checked behind him again. The scene remained the same.
Puzzled he turned back and gasped. Only grass greeted him. He no longer cast a shadow.
Larry felt a cold stinging on his legs. His heart beat wildly in his chest. Slowly he cast his eyes downward.
Larry screamed at what crawled up his leg. He’d found his shadow.
Word Count: 197
[This is my entry into the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge, hosted by Alastair Forbes. Write a short story of 200 words or less from the photo prompt provided.]