• the sun creep over the top of the hill like a glowing halo, in a dark room; he looked over to the rolling sea of grass...
    "why? is this the only place left?"
    he walks up to the crest of the hill and lets his face get bathed in the pale glow of the morning sun. he sits down in one fluid motion and just stares over the plains.
    "huh? why do all things have to end this way"
    he moves his head to the left, as if listening to something, a breeze makes the grass dance and with that he vanishes...

    (will be continued)