From the branch bereft of leaves, the sleeping bag hangs – part sunken in the snow.
Through the howling wind, the baying wolves, the empty tent – filled with…
In the shadows, a gun shot rings –
Dreamscape
A place for daily short form prose –
From the branch bereft of leaves, the sleeping bag hangs – part sunken in the snow.
Through the howling wind, the baying wolves, the empty tent – filled with…
In the shadows, a gun shot rings –
