The Broken Hourglass Monday Update
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It was late and the moon was bright; with night-eyes afield you might not even need a torch to light your way. Not here though. The moonlight hadn't made it down here yet, but I could see the light cutting a high line on the tall buildings across the street. The air is cool, but the stones had held the heat of the day for a long time and now in the early morning the worn stones had a beady sheen of condensation that made our hobble home a ripe pain.
I go back to ignoring Larius, keeping my head down and watching those snot-slick streets. I walk slower now than I used to, slower even than the old man did on a night like tonight. Once on a long ago day something had given way deep in my hip and even the least autumn chill would tighten that rotten joint up tighter than drying leather and it took 'till near noon before I could do more than just limp along. It used to be worse; I used to have the gimp hip, the gone eye and a pop in my jaw that made me drool. Drool, for gods' sake!
