I. M. Sweven
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“I need to talk to you.” I sent the message then set down my phone. I sat in the back of the van watching a field of grass move by in the distance it’s subtle hills rolling like green ocean waves. The field was empty, protected by a fence and filled only with grass. Far back in one of the green swells set a barn. Dull. Brown faded almost to black. It may have looked less ominous in the sunlight but today was covered with a heavy grey blanket weighing on everything it touched.
By I. M. Sweven3 years ago in Fiction
Petty
“I need to talk to you.” I sent the message then set down my phone. I sat in the back of the van watching a field of grass move by in the distance it’s subtle hills rolling like green ocean waves. The field was empty, protected by a fence and filled only with grass. Far back in one of the green swells set a barn. Dull. Brown faded almost to black. It may have looked less ominous in the sunlight but today was covered with a heavy grey blanket weighing on everything it touched.
By I. M. Sweven3 years ago in Confessions
