Cubes for Mon Feb 01 2021 00:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)

An impossible return

When the knight walked out of the dark forest1, no-one was there to celebrate. It had been weeks since he had entered and they probably thought he was dead… or forgot about him.

He stood there for a while, enjoying the fact that he was still alive. The evening breeze2 pressed gently on metal chunks melted and grafted to his face3, a sobering reminder of the demons4 he had fought. They hadn’t just scarred him physically, those monsters had stamped their mark5 on his very soul.

Would the townsfolk even recognize him now? As he listened to an owl6 waking up, a shooting star7 passed overhead. He wished that the good people wouldn’t. There would be less questions that way and he wasn’t interested in recounting the story8.

He breathed deeply and started walking toward town. He definitely needed a beer9.