Reblogged from Jane Dougherty Writes:
Another photo prompt. This one is Sue Vincent’s Thursday prompt. Follow it here and join in.
Wind howled down from the moors in a familiar way, like an old dog locked out in the rain. She wanted to tell it she’d heard it all before and she wasn’t impressed. The sun was setting. It was always at least half-dark when she arrived at this point of her journey.
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