He was running home. It was dark. As he turned the corner he looked back again. It was gone. Or was it? He thought it was gone but he wasn't willing to risk it. He continued walking faster now getting closer to a run now. He looked back again. It was there again. Near this time. Following him home. How could a statue be chasing him. He needed to keep moving. Go down the alley. Yes he could lose it down their. The alley had no lights down it. He wasn't looking at the statue. It was behind him now. It reached out a clawed hand and placed it on his shoulder. By the time he reached the end of the alley the Victorian houses were brand new. The electric lights replaced with gas lights. The cars were all gone. The Angels laughed as they claimed another victim. Another life displaced in time.


This story is my fist attempt at a drabble so please don't be too harsh! The idea came from an other active imagination walking home on a cold dark winters night. I hope you enjoyed it, please leave a review and keep an eye out for more drabbles.