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He scanned his memory, seeking a glimpse of a time when he wasn't The Guardian, a time when he wasn't watching over his city and protecting the inhabitants, but he failed to find it.
He sighed inwardly, change had been his one constant throughout the years but now the change unnerved him.
This was different and he could sense the evil in every molecule of his body as he watched the orange clouds fill the sky.
He was old and tired, his body stiff with age and fatigue, but he was still The Guardian and he taken a vow to forever watch over his city.
A tear slid down his cheek as the final change began with the slowing of his heartbeat as his body became one with the stone ledge beneath him.
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Beautifully written, I felt quite sad for him. Good piece.
ReplyDeleteoh, no, he gave up...no hope.....well-written, but upsetting! (smile)
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Donna. I'm a little frightened to imagine what change is presaged by orange clouds.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you do it! But you do! Brilliant!
ReplyDeletegreat imagery and sombre mood
ReplyDeleteThis is great! Very well written!
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Such a selfless act of devotion! Beautifully written, one could not help but feel the sadness of this final scene.
ReplyDeleteAn original take, and nicely done.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
JzB
Lovely - was it inspired by the photo or did you have to search for a picture to fit the story?
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery :)
ReplyDeleteGave me shivers Donna! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat was a very evocative piece. A sort of end-time story. I found it compelling. Thanks for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteSad but lovely.
ReplyDeleteOh, I like this one! Very intriguing.
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