7/2/2023 0 Comments The Night Voice by Barb HendeeMore likely, he knew those sounds as well as those of the town. Lost elsewhere in thought, perhaps he didn’t hear ever-so-soft footfalls among the trees. He was quiet and still, for he was not truly looking for anything out there. He never looked back and only stared out over the water, as if he already knew every sound that he heard.Ī pale glimmer like an old worn road of light ran from the shore beyond his outstretched legs and tall boots to the horizon, where the sun had sunk beyond sight and the ocean. Only a few noises reached him from the little seaside town a short walk inland. His hair might have once been even closer to white, and it now showed darker streaks, making it more white-gray than white-blond. Light, salt-laden winds blew in over the evening ocean, where an aging man with white-blond hair sat leaning against the bare base of a tree.
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