Journey
The wind was blowing.
She couldn't hear it but she Knew it must be. The thick gray dust could not will itself to whirl dervish-like into the sky and careen rapidly downwards again.
"They must be howling", she thought. She vaguely felt the ricocheting rapping of her layered clothes against her body. Her scarf dug into her neck, ferociously whipping behind her. She blinked, not for necessity, but out of habit. None of the foul dust streaming towards her could get through the visor over her face. Just as no sounds would touch her now.
She turned her head to the left and shifted the bag hanging on her shoulder, securing the scarf as she did. The bright lights of Comfortable were piercing through the gloom, enticing her to return. Her lean neck stiffened slightly as her thumb brushed a dial and she considered switching off the device in her hand.
"Just for a moment."
She paused, thumb poised on the dial, imagining the slight warmth of those artificial lights. She had heard the stories about the Wind of the Inbetween and how it could echo what was in the darkest parts of the heart. How it would taunt all who stood among the dust with shrill warnings of danger as they pressed on, and contrast this with eerie soft whispers to 'Come back' and 'Return'.
"Only rumors."
She shook her head, bent to unfasten a trouser pocket and secured the remote inside. She would not turn it on until she reached the mountains in the distance. She had no desire to hear what the nether regions of her heart had to say.
Not now. Not again.
Her clear brown eyes squinted. She knew the path ahead would harbor things more terrible than a haunting wind. But she would not go back. The promise of what lay beyond the mountains was too great.
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She couldn't hear it but she Knew it must be. The thick gray dust could not will itself to whirl dervish-like into the sky and careen rapidly downwards again.
"They must be howling", she thought. She vaguely felt the ricocheting rapping of her layered clothes against her body. Her scarf dug into her neck, ferociously whipping behind her. She blinked, not for necessity, but out of habit. None of the foul dust streaming towards her could get through the visor over her face. Just as no sounds would touch her now.
She turned her head to the left and shifted the bag hanging on her shoulder, securing the scarf as she did. The bright lights of Comfortable were piercing through the gloom, enticing her to return. Her lean neck stiffened slightly as her thumb brushed a dial and she considered switching off the device in her hand.
"Just for a moment."
She paused, thumb poised on the dial, imagining the slight warmth of those artificial lights. She had heard the stories about the Wind of the Inbetween and how it could echo what was in the darkest parts of the heart. How it would taunt all who stood among the dust with shrill warnings of danger as they pressed on, and contrast this with eerie soft whispers to 'Come back' and 'Return'.
"Only rumors."
She shook her head, bent to unfasten a trouser pocket and secured the remote inside. She would not turn it on until she reached the mountains in the distance. She had no desire to hear what the nether regions of her heart had to say.
Not now. Not again.
Her clear brown eyes squinted. She knew the path ahead would harbor things more terrible than a haunting wind. But she would not go back. The promise of what lay beyond the mountains was too great.
--~ Here's to you ... dropping a holla, in my comment box. --~
Comments
This was really good in the mood, well done. I look forward to reading more.