Short Story: The Shepherd

© Johannes Evans 2019

Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight.”

It is late. It seems it has been late for a very long time — but then, is time stretched when one is lost? Are not all people lost, at one time or another? And when one is lost, does time pass slower, or has the warm summer sun truly been just below the horizon for hours upon hours, bathing the sky in its rosy hue?