A winter's day
Bitter winter wind blows. Swirling the snow already on the ground into white spirals of glittering crystal. Across the empty ground only they are moving. The only sound is the pulsing whistle of the wind. Fading and creshendoing, now high pitched, now deeper toned. The snow makes visible the dance of the wind. Cones of snow like waltzers sweep back and forth across the field. Careening into each other, kissing and bouncing apart. Far above the wind gathers the clouds. They convene, merge and darken. Foreshadowing with their strengthening shadows the storm brewing within them. At some unheard signal, the snow begins to fall all across the field. White flakes that smother the swirling of the dancers. It’s job done, the wind subsides. All is silent as the fluff falls gently. Adding a new layer to the blanket already covering the ground. Learning the steps from the snow it covers. For when it’s their turn to dance at the winds return.
Today's Crimefighters:
He's a superhumanly strong drug-addicted vampire hunter with a mysterious suitcase handcuffed to his arm. She's a cynical extravagent snake charmer with someone else's memories. They fight crime!
Today's Crimefighters:
He's a superhumanly strong drug-addicted vampire hunter with a mysterious suitcase handcuffed to his arm. She's a cynical extravagent snake charmer with someone else's memories. They fight crime!