Another rework of an idea based on an old render as my skill with lights, while not good, has improved in the last few years.
Some hours later he woke from a light sleep to find himself slumped in the same chair. He had not tried going to bed, convinced he had little chance of getting any sleep so he remained and drifted in and out of a troubled sleep. All of the aches and pains that plagued him in his later years now seem to combine and punish him for his decision to remain in the same position for so long. He stood, stretching as he did so, and moved gingerly across the room, the stiffness in his body was evident in his stilted walk.
He reached the window and peered through the parted curtains at the dark street below, the rain had stopped sometime earlier to be replaced with a fog that seemed to grow ever thicker as he watched. He gave himself a mental pat on the back for deciding to come home when he did, such a fog played havoc with his chest. He stood there for some minutes gazing out of the window at nothing in particular, then a movement below drew his attention. A figure stepped briefly from the alleyway opposite before disappearing once more into the shadows. Brief as it was he was sure that this was not just any figure but the same figure he had seen earlier in the graveyard. His heart thumped in his chest, gripped not only by fear but a strange excitement that something was happening his otherwise drab existence.
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