(This is for you Dad. You died exactly 20 years ago today. My stories and my world are dedicated to you. I will try to find you in my stories, to go to places far away from this world, to search for you. Maybe one day I’ll know you again. Until then I’ll keep writing. I’ll never forget you. This issue is also dedicated to Kelly Priestley, and her family, a beautiful soul, taken far too soon. You are in my thoughts.) Alexand and her troops have travelled for days across the Red Sand Hills of Kekexili, in Qinghai, China. The cart has avoided the mountains, where tribes of bandits live. The land is dangerous, and the threat from bandits is ever present. Farokh sits at the front behind the driver, next to Alex.
i like this very much, truly enjoyable for me
Thank You
john
Thank you, John, I’m glad you enjoyed reading it.
Beautifully written. I think I sense a bit of remorse. Sometimes life is unforgiving.
Hi, Lee, thank you, yes, there’s a sense of foreboding creeping in.
Beautifully written, and a fitting tribute. Our memories are a part of us always.
Hi Frederick, thank you, yes they certainly are.
Lovely tribute, Cheryl.
Thank you, Richard.
Cheryl, thanks for visiting me today and for leaving the like on “Broken Heart.” It was fun writing and I thank you for reading.
You’re welcome, and Happy New Year!
Thank you so much for stopping by my humble blog to like a post! I have enjoyed exploring your prolific writing. All the best to you in 2016!
Thank you, and Happy New Year to you too!
Such good writing! Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, JoHanna, Happy New Year to you. All the best, Cheryl.