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Spectres - A Story
The gravel crunched coldy beneath his feet. Looking down, the little boy wondered at the different sounds walking made on the frozen gravel path.The full moon gave the ground a pearlescent glow as his footsteps echoed in the cold. He added the sounds and colors to his seven year old memory.
More Stories from the Journey
Swimming in a Sea of Intent
The weather was hot - not just hot, but the sticky wet hot of the mountains in August.He slumped down in a chair nearest the old overhead fan that seemed to beat with a wobbling futility against the thick air.
To Touch the Face of God
"Do you think they'll be back soon?" The little boy asked his question while watching the old battered truck pull out of the field and on to the gravel road. "Soon enough, I suppose. Don't worry, we won't be here after dark."
Endings
Twilight threw shadows up the hills like dark bony fingers. Watching the growing, slowly moving shadows, he saw them creep into the edge of the trees like a dark hand insinuating itself into a living glove.
