They called him The Wizard.
He didn’t wear a robe or a pointed hat.
He wasn’t very clever or skilled.
But anyone who met him couldn’t help but smile. 21 more words
Her nose burned and began to drip as the wind blew past the scattering of small houses ahead of her, swept across the fanning soybean fields her neighbors owned, struck her face, and seethed onward toward the county line behind her, onward toward his house. 85 more words