Dead Shroud of the Sun

Day 211

THE SUN ROSE. Or at least, he knew by the sudden alertness of his body that it should have. Dense cloud cover blotted out the sky; the only sign that anything had changed was a gentle white haze blossoming on the cold, hard ground. Like an unsubstantial frost, it slunk over the prickly moss and uneven rocks. Ashev shivered and gathered his cloak around him. Breakfast could wait; he wanted to get moving. 


Written: 6 May 2016

Words: 73 

Inspired: ? No idea. (Maybe writing/storytelling about him a lot last night?)

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