More of a Shadows Touch

© 2019 Jon Corres Pirate Poet

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A shadows touch

Edgar stood frozen as his vision blurred and the scenery about him changed. The woman with ice blue eyes was gently touching his hand looking mildly concerned for him. Her voice was sing – song, but her eyes spoke of another emotion. He seemed to snap out of a temporary spell as her words washed over him.

” Sorry, you looked disoriented. Are you all right? Do you need anything?”

His awkward pause lingered a bit as he found his voice. ” I was just on my way north, to a retreat. I thought I’d stop for a bite and possibly rest. I’ve never seen this place before…” The woman laughed as her eyes, unreadable, seemed to dance over him, like a wolf with a fresh prey.

” Understandable. We’re a quiet little village of retirees, farmers and the odd wandering soul. C’mon. I’ll be happy to show you our pub!”

What was it? Something bothered Edgar to no end. It was as if there were a distant klaxon, warning him of imminent danger…

That’s it for the moment. I’ll try and blog more as I can!

~ The Pirate Poet

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