Feb 05 2009
Straw Man 23
Out in the distance, he could see the origin of the cloud that loomed overhead. He didn’t really have eyes to see with, but the slits cut into his potato sack skin seemed good enough to get the job done. Seeing the origin of that pillar of smoke led him to believe that the fire had kept burning it’s way across the valley. What struck him as odd, was that the fire had leveled the corn field, but didn’t seem to have even charred the forest to his left. Without the corn the tree line was clearly visible and he could see the wind push contours into the rich green canopy like the fields he had watched over just yesterday, by his clock.
