DESCRIPTIVE SETTING OF TREES
Silently and slowly the sun fell bleeding
into the horizon. The sky burned red then the ash settled as a darkness – a
darkness that covered the world that it looked down upon.
From the Night came a shrill cry and a cold
wind stirred the autumn leaves. Silence loomed once more, then there was eerie groan followed by the crumbling of leaves.
The shallow, dim light of the little lamp revealed
a black-haired boy from the darkness. In his hand, he held another: smaller
than himself. Their clothes stained in the brightest red and a glint of vicious
metal shone in the little one’s chest…
Black paint was smeared unevenly on the
bench as if crafted by a child’s hands; on this, boy gently placed his
friend. Guilt hid his face from which fell little droplets of sadness.
On the bench,
there was a face that contrasted his own. Although the life was leaving his
chest, he showed a forgiving smile on his sweet face. With each painful breath, soft smoke rose from his lips: his
train of life was coming to an end. As a final action, he raised his hand to
the dark boy (he wished for a truce, yet no proper words could form in his
lips) and he [the one standing] went to accept, but it was too late; the train
stopped; his
hand
fell
away.
hand
fell
away.