The TravelerA Story by benThe morning dew
permeates to where the level of discomfort is enough to bring him out of sleep.
Behind shuttered eyes, like he has done a thousand times before, reaches for
Izzo before the thought of her not being there has his eyelids rolling up in
taking in the predawn. There is not a
sound to speak of, just a gentle silence that has him slipping back to his subconscious
reliving the moment of his first encounter being a purple bumblebee and a
monarch butterfly sharing a flower that still has him wondering what is being
said when what centers, is the roadside inn filled with sad looking people
hugging kids that roll aside just so the woman can sit across from him. Two
days, Traveler. Attached to all of this is Lilly playing nursemaid to a dog
that has him deciding that he should get his day started by rekindling last
night’s fire. After shaving enough
wood curls, registering, is that it is far too early for a morning hunt that
has attention on delicate flames doing all they can in having a go at the
offerings placed just so. © 2023 ben |
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Added on April 23, 2023 Last Updated on April 23, 2023 Author |