Day Forty - Nameless

[ravag3]

Mirages shimmered, forming quicksilver puddles; swelling, melting and disappearing on the hard packed dirt road. It had been hours since he’d passed another traveler, a grizzled old man shadowed under a wide brimmed hat, that had raised a cudgel and shouted something indiscernible from atop an old creaking cart as it trundled slowly trundled by. He

Comments

Test eagles

[li7h]

The stones were testicles, weren't they? It's some kind of elaborate analogy featuring nuts-in-a-cup.

Re: Test eagles

[ravag3]

You're nuts.