[palo verde]

I liked mrs polifax's adventures in thailand
but I enjoy your writing far more than ''the saint''
you are more alive and interesting

[Darksheare]

He'd been walking for so long, he couldn't remember when he'd taken the first step. Not that it mattered. He checked his stride to a crawl, shaded his eyes, and stared out across the prairie grass. His shadow stretched out in a long, black finger away from the sun. A breeze pulled at his long jacket. He'd paused too long. He was compelled to move on.

He entered the little diner and took a seat in an onubtrusive spot. He was trying to go unnoticed. At least unnoticed by certain people. He didn't care if the others noticed him. If the others noticed him, he'd relish the moment. Someone could actually see him. A petite blonde was staring at him from the counter. She was young, pretty, and out of place here. Like him. Only he had reason to be out of place. He read her fairly easily, her story was written on her as if her heart were on the outside. With a muttered word, he put it into her heart to pursue her dream. Maybe that would be enough, maybe not. Not everyone responded to his suggestions. Others seemed to hear him better than they heard himself.

He excused himself, and walked through the door. The blonde had forgotten him already, but her dream was bright in her heart and mind. His next stop was beckoning already. He hoped he wouldn't run into them. He hoped to avoid fights with the others.