Habit From Whence

by Jason Long

The wind blew, flipping the sleeves of the yellow robe. The person on the cliff was clearly facing him, but it seemed like a hazy, hazy mountain painting. He really wanted to get closer to see more clearly, but every time he felt like he was stuck to death by nails, unable to move, unable to move closer. The person spoke softly, then jumped down and drew an arc. He couldn't help but watch as the person fell straight down. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, my throat was dry, I couldn't even hear my own voice. The wind kept blowing and echoing in my ears was still that person's voice. “No. ” The person in the dream suddenly woke up, his body sat up straight, his arms stretched forward, trying to catch something. Even though it was late, there was still candlelight in the room. Hanh, who was guarding outside, heard the echo in the interior and was silent without a sound preparing. Orie Roberts retracted his arms and legs and walked in, kneeling next to the bed, holding up the tray, inside the tray was a warm towel. To say he was not afraid was impossible, for the work of the day, the value of the night is It's really scary.

155 pages, Paperback

Published January 26, 2024