Oct 17, 2017
Beyond These Trees by furiedheart
“I’m Chris,” the man said a little louder to be heard above the wind. The gate clanged as the man changed his grip, but it didn’t creak. It remained closed. “Are you okay up here?”
Tom paused, blinking down at the snow. Was he okay? Was this indeed a frozen wasteland on another planet? He peered up at the blinding sky and knew in the deeper recesses of his dim heart that he wasn’t, and it wasn’t.