Think about the knock-on effects.
|'It's always gloomy when you come for a cuppa.' Erica poured the tea into bone china cups. She had put on a show for her wealthy friend, there were biscuits on a lacy paper doilie protecting her fancy glass platter from crumbs. Concerned, she saw that since Tracy come into money, she had become wan and listless.
'It's always gloomy.' Tracy's hand shook. 'I allus got this black cloud over me 'ead.' She flapped a hand at the window. 'I didn't get it when this geezer said 'e was collecting shadows.' Erica pulled up an eyebrow in polite query. 'He gave me this,' she tapped her Gucci purse, 'and said it was allus full of cash.' She sighed. 'I were a bit strapped at the time.' Erica reflected that her friend was always short of money. 'All I had to do was to sell him me shadow.' She ignored the expression on Erica's face and ploughed on. 'For a laugh, I took it.' Opening the purse, she showed Erica rolls of banknotes. Erica glanced at the floor. No shadow. But there was no sunshine, either.
'I'm proper fed up.' Tracy comforted herself with a biscuit. 'Do you want to sell your shadow?' She held out the Gucci purse. Erica smiled, it was just her friend's way of bailing her out. She took it. There was a sudden, ripping pain in her feet, gone before she could react. 'Don't hate me too much.' Tracy was standing to leave. 'You don't know what it's like, never seeing the sun and none of me lights don't work, neither.'
Erica watched her ex-friend walk down the street. A sunbeam broke through the dark sky and bathed her in brightness. Oddly, she had no shadow. Erica looked down. Neither did she. Overhead, the clouds thickened.