Hard Hat Area: First draft ahead…
Excerpt from my April 2008 story, “The Grove, A Tale of the Shadow Walkers”
The Waker’s face is hidden deep in the shadow of his robe’s dark cowl.He wears green leather gloves on long thin hands. The shade of the leather does not match the robe, but comes close enough. On his left hand, on top of his glove, he wears a silver ring. The ring has a recessed full moon bisected by an eye. The eye has a golden gem for a pupil that glistens in the early afternoon sun.
Margot looks at the ring rather than up into his cowl. She made that mistake earlier, when they first met, and a wave of revulsion washed over her. She reached out, trying to push back at something that wasn’t there as her head spun and her stomach rolled. He didn’t seem to notice. Or care. And waited silently for her to regain her composure.
“That’s it,” she said. “Both psychics saw her running. Saw the trees. Saw her… stop.”
The gold eye in the ring twinkled. She felt like it was looking at her. Returning her gaze for him.
And here’s the ring I created, based on the story