Hunted by his own thoughts, he trudged down the sunlit alley. The massive mossy branches intricately wangled into the perspective tunnel. The half light of the alley he appeared small, hunched-down, beaten. The man was all alone came from the surface of the suburbs where the life crawls with a dagger behind its back. His eyes were wrapped in perturbed sleep shivering with cold. The sun rises oozed between the gaps gently kissing his night black cloth revealing the miniature holes and golden dust flying around his back.
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Series of Descriptions: The Walk
Kurgu OlmayanThis is one piece from the series of my descriptions called "The Walk." Thank you for reading and leaving your comments:) Warm wishes, -Arina N.
