The Fortress's Pathway

The Morning was dark as he saw the stone dripping from the fog below him. He could think nothing else. His papers sat in he's backpack. The letter's he would carry through, the Stories he could tell in from it the excitement was there. All he could think about was her eyes, the blue tears from an angel. He would get back to her soon A half a months trip, than a train ride. The feel of her skin still on him. The smell of her hair. He could still for her shake from him. Now it was could, her warmth from him. Work was all he had. while the forest around watched him.

"Hi." she said "Town's a few miles away."

"It's been awhile since I seen someone." He smiled back.

She was carrying loaves of bread on her person. The day was growing deem as the sun went down. The young lady had gave him one with some vingered grape leaves. Enough to get him there he was grateful he didn't have to hunt in the evening nor fish. There was tea leaves along the side with mushrooms to fry and stuff. He set up camp a little outside of the city. The deer passed in front of him as he smiled. He went down to the creek and still caught some to catch. His life made easy tonight While he cooked and drew. The night was good as he drifted off, still remembering her milky white complexion.

"Up, now." A guard said "This is a Fortress."

He got up his effects stolen from him. His pack was ripped and torn. What he had left ate. There was more of a gloominess in the air more than expected as he finished rising. The guard still up in the air above him in his wear. Pistol by his side on his belt. He couldn't help, but notice the bulge in his pants.

"Where are my things?" He asked him.

"Stole, your a homeless man now." The guard laughed.

"What, no." He laughed back. " I have to deliver stuff here."

The guard swiftly hit him to daze him. He was picked up and placed in the back of the wagon. He could horses around him as he was being drove off sore. They arrived to the shelter where he could he rest. He was smiling again, but not for long.

The day was unending as they checked him in.

"It'll be alright." The man in the bed under him replied to his gesture.

"Just tired." The Writer responded to him.

They were fully feed and given clothing to change. The beds were made orderly and clean. He was more than able to get a full nights sleep, they were. The meals were decent and tasted well. He had no clue how long it would be. The danger of losing time his wife to far away from him. They sent him to see the lady over his case. The case he made while making it into the city.

"There was a tornado." He smiled on the pathway here.

"It's been to long for you to be him." She smiled. "You need food and shelter, til you get a job."

"What all do I need to do that?" He said while smiling.

"You'll need identification." She replied " What you lost."

"You can do that in the city? He smiled again.

"Yes, here are instructions to the places and what you need." she said while handing him the supplies "and heres other things you might."

The lady on the other side told him " It'sa fortress always remember you are safe."

He headed out to continue his day. The storm approached there was a rain guard in the gear he had. He had to hurry on his way. He had coins to pay the ferry man and all. The supplies were great and enough to service him along the way. He didn't know what else he might need along the way. He got the check list done and went back to the church.

"All finished just gotta wait now." he laughed.

"Glad!" the man in the bunk under him said.

He had a worried look upon his face, though. Panic the writer thought to himself. Still carried a bad feeling with him. It was unimaginable, a feeling he couldn't subscribe. Superstition or trauma of a past abuse he laughed. It was time to sleep. He was glad. He drept of comfort, but felt a prison of some sorts. He awake, they didn't let him clean or anything just eat. He went to the library to keep his studies up.