The Wind
Apr 8th, 2010 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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When the wind began, we expected a black and thunderous storm riding down from the North on its top. That was three months ago. No rain. No clouds. Nothing but the wind.
The old men spoke of a similar wind, many generations ago, that ripped the soil off the earth faster than a hunter skins a rabbit. We ignored their cataclysms, but the wind continues beyond all reason.
Now, we are all lashed round trees and stakes to stop us from blowing away. There is no siren song, lilting in our ears. Just the wind, wearing away at our souls.
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