Dec 31, 2012
Mother Nature and the Grim Reaper
It was in the silence of the hills on the outskirts of a small French town. The atmosphere was light, sunlight flickered down through the clouds like golden flecks shaved off a nugget. Grey eyes took in the illustration of the blue sky, wildflowers, and the breeze playing in the grass. Such a picturesque little town, quaint and peaceful, one of the few places still remaining in this world that lingered from the olden days.
Celina rested in the grass, her black hair sprawled across the hillside, skirt haphazardly lay where it fell as she stared up at the sky.
