Jason looked down to the grimy cement at his feet. He bet he looked like he belonged here in this dirty subway, worn shoes with their own stains on them. A glance up at the arrival time for the train. Four minutes.
Tag: Short Story
A Short Time from A Long Life
On a long island of land, there lived an isolated people, the original elves as they are known. Some whispered that to set foot in their domain once was enough to make anyone believe in the mythical nature of the gods. It was here, in this harsh land, that Isarrel was born.
K Michelle Pfoltzer 