The river was quiet today, he thought. Almost an eye before the storm type of feeling. The sun was bright, high in the sky but the air was thick and heavy. He knew all too well what was coming. He could already see the dark clouds rolling in from a distance. The wind that had… Continue reading The Eye of the Storm
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The River
She wandered down the stone path that led from the cottage down to the riverbank. Her sandals making a muted flip-flop as she walked along. A brown dog zigged and zagged in front of her, looking over his shoulders to ensure she was still following behind him. They reached the edge of the trail where… Continue reading The River
A Vignette to A Kill 