Jun 27, 2015
skinlikebleachedbones
There was very little sound in the wood; the trees almost seemed dead with how dry and brittle they were, not an animal dared to venture from their nests or dens. Which is why when a tiny ‘Oof’ was heard crows cawed angrily at the disturbance.
A young child possibly around the age of five or six had gotten herself hopelessly lost. Puffing out her cheeks in determination she got back up for the umpteenth time to keep on walking barefoot through dead leaves and fallen branches.
