Storm Weaver 2 -100 word story

continued from October 24 post The old man held out the pouch in the palm of his crooked hand,“Take it.”“Why?”“I’m giving it to you.”A simple reason.The leather pouch was tightly closed.Did I dare open the strings?The sun warmed my face,Poured over wet pavement,Washed away all trace of cold.Everything shined on a new day.The old man … Continue reading Storm Weaver 2 -100 word story