Cedar Stormchaser – p.2

June 20, 2012 at 11:05 pm 1 comment

Cedar’s grandmother gave him a bundle of dried corn cakes for his hunger, quenching herbs for his thirst, and bid him farewell. She scanned the horizon and said, “Your journey must be swift; the storm is impatient.”

Cedar nodded, clasped his hands in a gesture of thanks, and began walking towards the west. The clouds in the distance were black and heavy with rain, and the wind was growing stronger. The tall grasses bent before the rushing air, and Cedar had to squint as dust blew against his face.

He walked for many hours, but the storm still seemed far away, and the grass seemed to go on forever. He stopped to eat a corn cake and suck on some quenching herbs, and wondered how long he would have to walk, when he realized that the sun had not set. It had not moved across the sky at all, and was in the same position it had been when he’d left his home. Had he really walked so far, or had he gone anywhere at all? Turning to look behind him, he saw nothing but grass; his home was out of sight. He walked on.


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1 Comment Add your own

  • 1. Craig T. Adams  |  June 22, 2012 at 10:55 am

    Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. I think we’re in Nebraska….


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