No. 7

Frost had appeared during the night. It made the scenery sigh with serenity. There were no movements, no sounds, just the fragile calmness that seemed to posses this november morning.

Every so often she would experience intervals of silence. Her own silence. They would appear unpredictably and wouldn't last very long. It was as if her mind was i need of an intermission from the constant theatre played by her thoughts.

This was an intermission.

Reviews

[Hoosier Belle]

This is wonderful, I felt it was beuatiful as well. Nicely written.

[joshua deathdealer]

This is great. It's different but refreshingly beautiful. Excellent work.