| Boredom (narrative) |
[30 Jul 2008|04:59pm] |
He was standing in the doorway, looking out at the village's...was it a village? It was almost too small to even be defined as such an entity...empty, dusty road. There was nothing to see but the dry dirt blowing in the hot breeze. The people that lived here tended to hole up when he came around. The less they knew or saw, the better off they all were.
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