Hope Fades in a Silver Glass
a
drabble series
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V. Drabble VI: When Time Flows
A hundred words, yet none were spoken. They meet at a time when hope was young, and they part with a lingering feeling of uncertainty in their hearts, but their friendship and loyalty to each other was beyond questioning.
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"The sun is rising." His voice hesitant, he turns to the ranger, who frowns and looks away.
"A new day has come," the man says, then wavers. "I don't want to go."
He shakes his head, walks to the man and holds his shoulders. "Our paths will cross someday. This is not our journey's end."
The man lifts his hands, encloses both of his wrists lightly. "I will go, but I take you always with me."
"And you with me." Their gap closes, and time stops. But he moves away. "Come, I'll take you to the borders," he says instead.
02 December 2005