Sunday, January 08, 2023

 Sunday, January 08, 2023

Fog hides all but the immediate. Inside the small cafe, he sits. He watches what he cannot see. He sees what no one else in this seldom-visited restaurant on a barely traveled road in the middle of fields and fields of crops ready for harvest. Those eyes peered through the curtain of mist, a fog hanging, as in a stage ready for the prelude to conclude.
These creatures of time. Waiting for their moment to come out and consume the weary traveler lost.
He hears their soft voices talking, plotting, waiting in the night.

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