The Wistful Witness

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 11:28:41 -

The mud sucked at their boots with a wet, tearing sound. Elias did not look up. He could not. To look up was to see the sky, and the sky was empty, and the emptiness was a mouth waiting to swallow him whole. He focused on the roots of the old oak tree. They were pale and gnarled, like the fingers of a dead man clutching the earth. He was digging. The shovel bit into the frozen ground with a...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews