The rain, like a million hunting dogs, ran before the cruel wind. The invisible master howled commands down the length of the dark, empty highway. Struggling, the man walked on having lost his car many miles ago. On he went, like the rain, driven by an invisible master nipping at the heels of his soul.
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2 opinions for Cold, Cold Night
Kerri
Sep 22, 2006 at 7:14 am
I like that one. I feel drenched, frigid, dark and alone.
Cory Aldrich
Sep 22, 2006 at 7:30 am
Thanks. That’s what I get for writing fiction on the heals of writing a poem.
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