"The sun was beginning to set over the town leaving long hazy shadows to creep across the roads. A slight breeze picked up in the warm air as Hobs headed back to the old building in town.
Leaves once again danced and twirled across his path as he walked along until he arrived at the familiar alley. He paced down to the wooden steps and leaned his ear against the door. When he couldn’t hear anything, he raised his hand to touch the peeling paint of the old door.
“Let’s see if I still have the touch,” he mumbled.©A.Nation2016