The Small Warmth of the Sun

It was during the last of the good, warm days when Billy went to visit Dr. Duggleby, a check up before the seasons changed in earnest. Billy walked to the doctor’s office with the warmth of the sun on his back, with a lengthened shadow in front of himself and those things around him; the lightpost, the potted flowers lining the curb, the railing that defined the mediocre patio space of yet another mediocre Main Street restaurant. All of this thrown forward by the softer light of the late summer sun. Billy pinched his arm and then scratched, pinched again and moved forward along the street, watching the strange shadows everything around him.