Down in the valley that nobody knows the name of lives a very old man. A man who’d seemingly been there since time began. He was the last line of defence. Nobody had asked him, he took it upon himself.
He sat in his hut, four walls, three windows, two doors, one roof. All hours he sat. Waiting. Watching. Waiting. Watching the skies. Guarding the valley that nobody knows the name of.
They always landed in the valley, never quite the same place, never the same time, but every day, one came. Down in the valley that nobody knows the name of.Continue reading “The Ballad of Robinson Clyde – Alexander D Jones”