Desert Town
This place was slowly ruining my curious mood. The place was too still, too sleepy. Ancient and forgotten like the old lore’s. Even the wind made it’s way passed me with the fragility of a an old man. Careful in it’s gusts of baby steps. The ancient willows, which far surpassed me by way of years, creaked and stirred with the stiffness of a hallowed old lady with barren, wiry tree branches for hair. Each bend appeared to be a painful movement as each moan and creak revealed. Hardly anyone about, they are all obediently in their beds. Paying homage to the God of dreams. This place had a curfew not known to creatures such as I. Not a store was open nor a light on save for the dimly lit, dimly humming street lights. Only the occasional ignored voices from a television set could I hear.
Bats whisked by me, fellow creatures of the night. But they had their own agenda’s, their own aims. And I did not want to disturb them.
Bats whisked by me, fellow creatures of the night. But they had their own agenda’s, their own aims. And I did not want to disturb them.