She put her head down towards the ground, muddied, bloodied, a skull weighing fifty ton more than it ought to. The vein on her forehead throbbed as her migraine returned, the one that returned every autumn with a vengeance. Yet now, all she could see were the black-laced branches above her. Howling, screaming, the trees looked like ashes against the stark gray backdrop of the sky. And as she sat there, she heard the wind rattling the bare bones of the trees. They were calling her name. She knew that. 
They were telling her to leave this place and never come back. 

5 Comments

  1. allsmalltales on October 29, 2015 at 4:50 pm

    Nice short, just in time for Halloween!

  2. charcamolson on October 31, 2015 at 5:32 pm

    (Seagull voice) More? More?

  3. JAKA on October 31, 2015 at 11:29 pm

    She should listen to those trees!

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