Red Sky at Night

The wind came howling through the canyon, carrying with it the stench of the recently torched town.

A lone figure taking shelter behind a large boulder, took out a cigarette and hunching over managed to light it, despite the wind.

Looking back down the canyon he could still make out the red glow of the town reflecting off of the angry clouds above.

He took one last drag, threw the cigarette away, shouldered his bag he moved away from the boulder and began the walk long walk to the next town.

As he walked drops of blood leaked out from his bag.

Today had been a good day.


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