Die Writing

Writing a letter

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on July 13, 2010


I ♥ words.

More, then

A large crate filled the role of the writing table. It was covered with loose pieces of paper, some filled with writing, some with drawings of places and people. A half-empty bottle of wine, a sheathed saber, a heavy riding glove, and a few other things  sat haphazardly on top of the heap of papers, keeping them in place. The tent blocked the sun, but gusts of wind still found their way inside, occasionally whipping at the edges of anything that wasn’t pinned down. A tanned, bearded man leaned heavily on the make-shift table, hurriedly scribbling away. Writing was a bit of a struggle – his rough hands have long lost the finesse needed for the refined cursive he’d learned in his youth.

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