The TravelerA Story by benMeal devoured, and helping himself to another cup of tea, it
is during the time of doing so that she burps unexpectedly. Togetherness is
hard to find these days. That, hey, how was your day, so missed that he forces
himself to check his emotional side. Focusing on what lies ahead, he knows evil
has a way of ruining the stability of what thought a good time. Picturing the
alchemist seated amongst those with a decayed heart, surely those caged, are
wishing for death. With this saturating his mind, he catches her looking. Their
eyes lock briefly until Chester walks up and nuzzles her. Making light of the
situation, he has another sip of tea that nourishes the thought of her and her
mule being under his thumb. What pops up first, is surviving while all the
while, looking down to her lifeless body. Of the mule lovingly named Chester whose instincts tell the beast to run. Along the lines of picturing all of this happening, he tells
her. “How about I make a trade for those pickled eggs first.” Reading the reaction in her eyes,
sees each are full of venom and staying steadfast to his word, she goes to poking
a stick at the glowing coals as her slumped over shoulders tell of the weight
carried. She wants it all at once, and careful in how he looks at things, the
bigger picture is not causing a ripple that tells of him being so close. He
could speak his mind in saying such but instead, gets up and moves a short distance
away in leaving her company. Finding solitude, sleep comes under a
blanket of stars. © 2022 ben |
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Added on July 8, 2022 Last Updated on July 9, 2022 Author |