Black And White


I was in no hurry as I made my way back from the stone covered beach on which I had spent without knowing the last few moments of my past life on. I can remember the beauty of the full moon gazing down upon us, the feel of the cold hard rocks of the beach. I remember the smell of the lake air, and the noticeable abscence of waves at the time. As I made my way towards my home I noticed a rather distinguished black man, looked like he could be a movie star, and I wondered to myself what he was up to at ten o clock at night? The thought never left my head throughout the changes that I have gone through, and I still wonder to myself what indeed the man was up too.

A/N: Could very well be turned into a story.