24 June 2012
The mist swam around her ankles, as if trying to swallow them into it's body. The trees framed the field, trapping both her and the mist into its twisted picture. What was she doing out here? She couldn't remember... It wasn't the first time that it had happened, and knowing her... It wouldn't be her last. She looked down at her feet in angst and wonder. How on earth did she get into the middle of the field without getting muddy feet? Yet another mystery that baffled her every time she came here. Glancing into the distance at a barely visible house, it's gently lit orange windows the only thing visible in the mist. Sighing she began to make her way back to the house.
(Feel free to suggest title names. No guarantee that this will be continued.)
.Untitled. • Opuss № I