Anonymous | ShadowWiki | RandomWriting | RecentChanges | Login Back to MiscellaneousOtherThings / RandomWriting The grass is green with water, lush as poison. A white patch catches the eye; a blowing bag, wind-ragged. A tumbling, crumpled can clatters unmusically. Smoke-edged, incontinent graffiti adorns the battered signposts. The sky stirs sluggishly, its grey misery ever changing as the wind blows. A listing trolley creaks and groans in its abandonment.
A tree raises weary branches to the sky, braced against the wind. Nestled between its gnarly roots is a pale smudge of a face.