Essay - The Tree House - 01
Ξ March 3rd, 2008 | → 4 Comments | ∇ Essay |
Something rustled in the bushes below. Terna’s pulse quickened. From his vantage point in the tree house and by the moonlight, he could look down on the bushes and see movement, about 20 yards to the west of the tree house, on the ground. Although he could see the movement, his sight could not pierce the foilage to see what exactly was moving through it. Then, as abruptly as the movement began, it ceased, leaving silence and a slight breeze in the trees as the only occupiers of the night air. Terna relaxed again and rested his head on his travel pack. (more…)