Not much was happening in town this early in the morning. I could smell wood smoke, horse shit and horses, it's amazing how far off you can smell horses, and bread cooking somewhere. That made my mouth water and my tummy rumble.
The problem, for me at least, was all the crows. What the hell was going on? A fucking crow convention? Plus they were keeping their beaks shut. Crows like to talk, scold, and generally shoot the crow crap with each other. These were just hanging out, staring at me, staring at each other, staring off into space.
Freya showing up in my dreams and all these crows was not what I considered a good omen. That, and the feel of the place had changed. Something wasn't right. The closer I got into town itself the stronger the feeling. It was the same feeling you get right before a storm or just before you made contact with people who didn't like you. "Damn" I thought. Let me get my boots back and find Kat before anything starts happening.
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ReplyDeleteMagic boots, hmmm? Makes me wonder if the Mormons G's been hanging with laid any of that Magic Mormon Underwear on him...
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