The Day of Thunder

"Kai...in thy service." He gave a bow. "It is an honor to meet you both." He smiled. "Visitor to this town. True that is."

The man took his flute and put it away. He looked around. "Well ma'am the inn is that way." He pointed the way. "The stables..." He gave it some thought. "That, I haven't searched for." He said with a bit of remorse.

The flutist lowers his instrument and nodded. He looked up at the woman. "Good morning, ma'am..." Then at the man. "sir, good morning to you as well." He gave a small bow. "How fair thee this morning a long ride?"

A flute whistled a melodic song on a street corner. A lone man just played as he watched the streets get full and slowly the fog was lifting. His garments showed the wear of travel as the flutist seemed to have been traveling for a while. He sometimes closed his eyes and let the music speak for itse...

Otomo Akutou wrote: ↑

Tue Oct 17, 2023 11:14 am

The years are not the only things
To bring about arthritic stings.

How many statuettes has he made now? 50?

You got to be kitten me!

Even love dies... but hope... hope never dies.

Howdy!