PRELUDE. LUDE. POSTLUDE
August 22, 2017
Prelude
The wind kicked up at dawn. Tumbleweeds bounded across the desert. A few bumped to a halt against the shack.
Lude
Defeating sleep, he knuckled his eyes open, yawned and stretched. The gun was at hand. He rewarded himself with one final glance out the window, nodded, picked up the gun, aimed it, and with no hesitation pulled the trigger. The blast’s echo chased the tumbleweeds with evenly diminishing effort out across the wide flat tough land.
Postlude
The clouds were black. Lightning daggered. Thunder growled. The wind died. Tumbleweeds shivered. Rain fell.
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