Feb
21
A Telling Wind
February 21, 2011 | Leave a Comment
The wind blew sharply and the coiling clouds scuffed the treetops. He stood, looking. Years ago, he had stood here holding her hand, both of them looking. Now, it was just him. His arthritic fingers cramped, and he gently rubbed his old hands together. He had promised her he would come here one last time. […]
