The Mist of Time? Guest piece for @lessonsinbroken

Recently I wrote a guest piece for my writer friend Dorian at Lessons In Brokeness. I would like to share it with you here now.

Dorian can be found on Twitter as @lessonsinbroken

Mist born into a morning

Chilled and damp. Fresh.

It was winter.

Bare trees accused with their fingers

Pointed, long and bony.

A fleshless skeleton.

The skies empty of bird song

A few leaves skipped along the roadside,

the only sound.

Houses, desolate and emotionless

but one. A new evictee.

The shudder of a newly locked door

Footsteps disappearing into the future.

Never to be heard again.

Mine.