The Faded Road
The rain had not yet fallen, but the air in the valley hung thick with the promise of it, a wet, heavy static that made the hair on Elias’s arms stand up. He stood at the edge of the asphalt, his leather satchel clutched tight against his chest, watching the road ahead. It was supposed to be a straight line to Oakhaven, a two-mile stretch of tarmac he had walked for twenty years, delivering...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews