Post by The Smoke Admin on May 23, 2010 18:00:29 GMT -5
The Smoke
The grass is green here, and feels good on your tired feet. You're heading home, to the people that will welcome you with open arms, to the camp fires that burn late into the night, and to the woman that stole your heart. You can see it in the distance now, and smile, jogging the rest of the way. The grass turns to soft dirt as you enter the small village, and the women look up from their harvesting as you pass the gardens, waving and smiling at you happily. You take a deep breath, calmed by the always present scent of burning wood. Smoke. The hunters are coming back from their day of work, moving out of the forest with their burlap sacks full of fresh kill. Your stomach growls, knowing there will be a feast tonight. It is now that you see her, tanned skin illuminated by the bright sun, as she looks up from the braiding she is doing to a young girl's hair. Her deep brown eyes spot you, and she's up and running before you can even smile. She jumps into your arms, gripping you tightly in a welcoming embrace. "You're home." This, my friends, is The Smoke.
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