Storm Weaver Part 3

Read Part 1 & 2 at links below:

https://claregraith.com/2020/10/24/storm-weaver/

https://claregraith.com/2020/12/04/storm-weaver-part-two-100-word-story/

He left behind the pouch and the five smooth stones inside.
A pink one,
A grey one,
A white one,
A green and a brown one.
I poured them out in my hand.
As I rolled the pink one,
My face warmed from the sun,
The grey caused a breeze, moist with rain.
The white, chill.
The green the smell of herbs,
And the brown caused the ground to shake,
Or it was just my imagination.
Where did the old man go?
Why did he leave these stones?
Why me? What next?
These questions weighed upon me,
I started home.

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