cold blue

The streets were empty. The full moon lit the sky in an eerie way. The streets were lit by the street lamps. It was a cold night. The breeze brings the salty smell of the sea. The sounds of the waves washing up on the sands of the beach filled the silence. Everything was asleep, every door locked.

The breeze blows inland from the sea. Cold. As it brushes across my face, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand. The leaves on the trees rustle as the breeze blow past them. The breeze that came from the sea departs as it leaves everything on its path awake. Waking them to the night’s serenade. A song by the waves and the trees; the little insects hiding in the cracks. My own footsteps. I listen to them. A symphony.

I was out long past midnight. Walking the empty streets. I walked them with no destination in mind. I had no place to go, no place to be. I walked them on my own. Alone.

Footsteps. I rarely run into anyone at this hour. The footsteps grew closer approaching me from around the corner. And quite suddenly I was face to face with another man.

The man was wearing all black. His hair long and unkempt.

He looked straight into my eyes. I couldn’t help staring into his. His cold blue eyes.

He was a handsome man. Possibly in his late twenties. His face was pale and his eyes looked tired. His cold blue eyes.

There was something about them. Empty and deep. They seems to penetrate into my skin. Straight into my soul.

I started to feel colder. He kept looking into my eyes. And I into his. His cold blue eyes.

He showed no emotion. Except maybe calmness. As if there was not a worry in the world.

The cold breeze blew again. Yet neither of us moved.

I couldn’t help but ask.

‘Who are you?’

‘Death!’

He stood there for a few more seconds and then walked away.