Wednesday, 16 February 2011

Forty One

Reiner, leader of the guard, drifted in the early evening sun. Aimless, distracted. He imagined vividly that he was a tropical bird, floating magnificently on the current of the wind, tilting and shifting with its flow.

He stopped, caught himself and wondered how on earth such a prolific daydreamer had got to this position.

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