It was common for shadows to grow when night fell over Burgess, Jack simply dismissed them since he’d had no qualms as of late with the shadow man. He’d finished up a brutal snowball war with the local kids at the park, walking the group of misfits home with his spirits high when the hour grew too late for the adolescents.
The sprite was simply biding his time now, whizzing by like he was ice skating down car lanes. His staff hooked around a lamp post to stop him, sharply spinning him around the post with laughter ringing across the empty streets. “What a night!”