ozymandy

Please. That's all I heard him say. When I turned to look at him, he had already gone, leaving that one word to be burned in my mind forever, whether waking or sleeping. It's not fair. Not fair that one word should be so incredibly powerful. And I don't even know what he meant by it. Alas. Were he around, I think I should like to ask him. I haven't seen him for days. It's been at least nineteen since the incident in the car park. His shoes hadn't even ground against the salt and sand left by evaporated snow. I didn't hear him leave. The sand always gets in my way, always. One would have thought it could have at least done me this one small f

Chapter One Night had just fallen, covering the world in shadow. In this part of the land, there was little more than empty countryside. Much of the area was taken up by fields of grain that waved lazily in the evening breeze. On the nearly indistinguishable border between one field and another, an old farmhand stood on the plank of wood that served as a porch for his tiny shack and smoked a pipe. The air was cool and clean and the stars were beginning to emerge from the blanket of blackness that hung high above the ground. The farmhand took a long drag on his pipe and let the smoke out through his nose in a slow sigh. This was good, it w