What have I become?

A Story by Amesie

An extract of a short story I'm writing.

The man stood alone at the shack in the woods, he was dressed in shabby black jeans with tears in the knees and a sandy coloured raincoat, old and dirty. He clutched a book to his chest, it was a large black leather photo album tied with brown ribbon. Although it rained heavily his tears cleared a thin pink line on his grime encrusted cheeks and fell into his unkempt black beard which was heavily flecked with grey. He looked up at the sky above him, dark and grey with looming black clouds, even in his state of despair a spark of forgotten humour coursed through him as he likened the state of his body and soul to the the sky above him.