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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019
Submitted to Contest #12
It was once said that the wind whispers woes of those unheard. I don't know who said it and it doesn't matter who did. On this stormy night on Thonhill, I stand by the edge and wait. I was to meet a young man with a red cap, he was to hand me a bag and disappear quickly. And so he did. The bag held unfamiliar contents. That made me - the middleman, in need of cash.I was without a wife, not to say that I never loved. I did. We were to be married but she took ill, and we spent the rest of her days paying medical bills. After she was gone,...
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