DarkTowerRising

Two silhouettes walk in a lonely park.  The sun sets softly before them, setting the sky ablaze in pastel hues of warm radiance smeared every so often by wisps of deep purple clouds. Not to close, but not very far, the two forms move slowly, shifting back and forth as they lazily traverse their course.  Though neither looks at the other, it seems a conversation is taking place. One can almost imagine what they are saying. You know, its been so long since we've walked like this. Just us out for a stroll in the evening air. Yes, those times seem so far away now.  We used to do this all the time...back then. An uneasy silence seems to fill