He talked to her smoothly, almost a slight whisper into her
ear.” I will be back soon my love” he exclaimed and gently moved his hand away
from hers in an attempt to regain his inner and most upright sinister thoughts.
He turned and walked into the deep depths of the trees, of the body’s that lay
on the ground, naked and butchered in horrendous discretion. His face beamed,
beamed of the inhuman thoughts of death. The trees were an ocean of greens,
blacks and small little yellow brush strokes. The ground was covered with red,
red of the horses, red of the people. Yellow, yellow for the dogs mounting their
way along the unhopeful path. Trying to capture the life. The life that has
been taken away from them, no choice, no say. No bark. Emptiness filled and the
jelly mumbled. What was to happen now, where would he go, what would he do? He
could not turn back. His brain slithered, slithered out the ear and onto the
ground... to pick up another unearthly soul. Another narrow minded and insecure
being.
This time it was a young girl, she had flowers in her hand
and she was scared at what people might think, what they may say. She was timid
and lonely. She did not know how to take her mask off, how to show herself to
the world, she had lied once before and she was prepared to do it again. She
listened to him, but did not know what was going on. The wind blew softly onto
her face making its way across her cheek bones and onto her nose. It then
leaped, leaped into another dimension.
You see they were in love but did not know. They did not
know that they would be together or that they already were. They could not see
behind, or in front. So they took a deep breath, a step. And went with it.
Rob catches Meg baking again.
These are some of the very first photos I have taken.
This is England.
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