Echoes seeped through the cold stone: rising; folding like ribbons into the day. Innocent laughter; slender fingers brushing against sealed doors. And the crushing blows that followed. He slipped away from the ruins, sifting back into the trees. He had no further business in the tower.
© Nadia Brown
My micro offering to Sue Vincent’s ( Daily Echo) Thursday photo prompt. Why not join in?
Photo by Daily Echo.