"The wind raced down the dusty road, tearing at the lonely traveler’s clothes and throwing dust in his face. It seemed to be trying to knock him over in its haste to get wherever it was going. The traveler leaned into the wind so as to get his balance, and surveyed the road and the darkening sky ahead. He was so frail that it appeared as if the wind might get the better of him and really blow him away. Wrinkles lined the aged face gazing out from under a ragged hood. Bony, veined hands clutched a ragged cloak even tighter. His clothes, which had once been rich, were now dust covered and well worn with long use, dark reds and blues faded with the years. The old man leaned upon his knobby and crooked staff, dragging his feet as he slowly made his way off the road to the shelter of a nearby grove of trees. Sliding off his pack, he sat down out of the wind. He took out a lute and cradled it in his frail arms, protecting it from the savage wind-driven dirt with his body."
The world certainly has gone topsy turvy since I last uploaded a chapter. Wow...I've been out of work most of March but that helped more than it hindered because...I moved into a new apartment! So not a lot of extra time for writing or anything else recently. I hope all of you are staying safe! I'm going to keep holing up at home to work, write, and edit at least until the end of the month so I should be perfectly ok.
But all this extra time for you readers should mean that you can catch up on all your favorite novels online and offline. What have you been reading lately?
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