Wednesday 17 February 2016

The Long Tale No. 47 - The Changing Winter

The sharp white dogs of war bit into the man with crystal fangs and icy breath. The wind intensified at barraged the man with spears of ice and blistering cold. So very cold. The man fell to the ground, the dogs taking advantage of their fallen prey. But then, resolutely, he stood up and brushed away the frozen blades stuck to his clothes. He changed the wind and for him the dogs transformed back into angels that guarded him from the winds that did him harm. Heat radiated out from him and the snow melted leaving behind nothing but memory. 

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