Peter’s Shadow

Peter didn’t know how long he had been sitting on the steps of a building when he heard someone say, “Why, hallo there.” Peter looked up to see a man walking up to him. He was a tall, dressed in dark grey wool trousers and coat with a matching wool cap. Over one of his shoulder he held a stick with a bindle. He appeared friendly and Peter wasn’t afraid.

“Hallo there,” repeated the man.

Peter was dumbfounded.

“Mind if I join you?” the man said, but before Peter could respond the man sat down beside him. “Lovely night, isn’t it? I usually enjoy my walks in the moonlight myself. Do you live around here?”

Peter shook his head.

“I don’t either,” he said. “I just arrived into town actually.”

“H-how?” Peter manage to say in a whisper.

“By train, of course,” he smiled. “That’s how I get around. I’ve done it all me life. I get to travel the world, expand my horizon, as they say. I get a better view by train and it gets me around. You wouldn’t imagine the many people I’ve met along the way. Makes life much more interesting. Say, you wouldn’t be running are ye?”

“N-no,” Peter shook his head.

“Why out so late? You don’t want to worry your mother, now would you?”

“I-I don’t have a mother, sir.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. How about your father?”

Peter shook his head. “I live at the orphanage.”

“You mean the orphanage up near the church?”

“Yes, sir,”

“I passed by it as I was coming into town. You know, it’s pretty late out and you shouldn’t be out here by your self. How about I walk you there.”

Peter agreed and together they made their way up the street towards the orphanage.