Tell Me A Story...

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As he walked home lost in such thoughts, he could not help but notice a small clearing ahead among the conifers. He did not remember seeing something like this but thought it was his memory playing tricks on him. He sighed. He was no longer twenty years of age when he was a tall strapping youth and could remember all that he was told and all that he heard.

As he ambled on, almost mechanically, now even more eager to reach his destination, he heard noises. Noises he hadnt heard in a long time. Noises that were sinister to this part of the world - his world. A kind of a swish-swish, as though a broom was used to sweep a dusty floor. He stopped. He strained hard to listen. And then out of the instinct that possess those people such as him who have walked the earth for many many years, he turned towards the clearing. There was nothing.

His pace quickened. He hurried as fast as he could not wanting to catch glimpses of a time, long gone. Of people, long gone. Of memories that have been buried with time. Now he realized that it was indeed that time of the day that did not belong to him or to anybody on the earth. Thus reflecting, he walked the rapidly descending road. And dusk gave way to night....

To be continued here