After more than forty particle fictions, I'm starting to see some themes. Contrariness is one of them.
The Opposite
So he went out of the door and turned left, heading for god knows where. He'd never been there before. 
Round the corner, the street ran out. The quiet suburb he'd been living in all those years simply ended. There were no trees, no buildings but the backs of those he'd just left behind. Ahead was a concrete arena that stretched as far as he could see.
He started walking.
There was nothing to interrupt the horizon. The sun was lowering towards the edge of the world, reddening as it went. He looked back at the shrinking street, the backs of the houses he knew. His shadow stretched long across the slabs, his head folded at the neck onto the nearest building.
He walked still further and turned.
His head had left the building. His legs were giant's legs, unencumbered and strong.
He strode out towards the falling sun. There was a dot ahead, moving away.
He turned left again, and followed.
© 2007 Jules Horne
25/11/2007
Plato
The Republic, 1953
p 193
http://www.tv.com/seinfeld/the-opposite/episode/2326/summary.html
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