Thursday 22 February 2018

100 Word Challenge

The trees swayed peacefully in time to the whistling of the wind.
Against the angry grey sky the black tree silhouettes became like
skeletons. Silently they stalked, in a determined trance towards me.
They struck a threatening pose.  Lightening cracked, illuminating
their evil figures.  I blinked. Everything was still. I blinked again.
There were only trees before me, swaying in time to the whistling
of the wind. But I swore I saw one of the old grooved trees wink a
woody eye at me. I turned and sprinted away, out of reach from
their grasping branches.

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