Wednesday, July 6, 2016

100 Words a Day 880


The sunlight failed to illuminate the interior of the small wagon, despite streaming directly through the door that had slid silently open. Out of the darkness appeared an elf. His body was hidden from the neck down by a billowing, black cloak. His chin was as pointy as the tips of his ears and wore a smile displaying his white teeth. His black hair was short and greased back, hugging the contours of his skull. He descended the stairs and looked around the village green. There were no people in evidence nor smoke issuing from any of the stone chimneys.

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