52 of 365 – The Gates Pt 27


“I’m still not sure if the Phoenix Bird can read minds. Maybe it was tracking me through the special bag it gave me. Either way it snatched me and grape without warning. I could feel the bite of it’s winter, the branches snaring like claws. It told me in no uncertain terms that I would be finishing the collection of the necessary items, and I decided it would be wise to obey.”

~Excerpt from A Traveler’s Journey