Dec 11 2008
Odd Dark Fiction 4
Still more comes, flittering night shapes, hollow men echoing the tree trunks they are made out of. With skin sloughed branches and leave lined ways to dot the stars dangling there, while veils fall away with each turn of the tires echoing the past that is surmounted even as the ridge steepens the last few thousands of yards, no way to push the steel beast up and over, it has to make the crossing on its own, gas running low with the incline, slid to the rear of the tank, good thing it is old and beater, a veritable tank without the armaments.
Up up up and over, and the sailing smooth’s out, time to head down and the road appears, still older than the rest, parts being wooden planks shaved by hand, and other parts being the cobblestones common to the Dark Faerie Queens delight, still running smoother than just minutes before.
It took Forever and a Day to make the crossing, not yet tomorrow even as the Hour had passed and the wings flow up and outward in droves to drive the currents, aiding the brother best they can in the careless task laid out behind them.
