Jordan Abuzar
Bio
Too much and not much to say about me. I enjoy writing, cooking, making others happy, and working towards the future.
Stories (1/0)
By the Black Trees
The black trees outside Rowan's cottage had never been so still or silent in all his years. His life, long yet fleeting, had been spent listening to the leaves cheering when the waltzing winds visited, the serenades of the birds and their ancient, elegant rhythm. From the window he would watch the generations of leap-foxes scamper down and excavate the soil for the juiciest bugs. When rains came he would sit not in his cottage but underneath the tallest tree, and allow the petrichor to caress him. He'd close his eyes for an instant, and be woken hours later by Faye. A scrunched face could not hide the amusement his wife felt in that silly routine. In this silence, Rowan felt knots in his stomach he had never tied before. He pinched some bruised berries and dumped them in his pocket, and then moved to the door. He edged it open millimeter by millimeter, hoping not to interrupt the snores in the next room.
By Jordan Abuzar3 years ago in Humans