WaitingForLife

I took out the clothes from the chest. A simple uniform for a simple man. It had been ironed only the night before, the crisp, sharp folds precise. I methodically ...

The wind murmured through the barely-clad trees, their spindly forms creaking with rheumatic age. The leaves still clinging to the branches danced, fluttered and twirled their way through the eddies ...