The Vision
A stillness covered the woods that night. Lia was told she would see something that is not normally there. After walking a good distance she saw a tent. It was usual to see a tent that big in the middle of nowhere. It looked like something nomads would live in, maybe it had been passed down through generations. Inside the ground was covered with old rugs. There were just a few pieces of furniture. A handmade feather bed, a few old trunks, a table and chairs, and several pillows. We sat using the pillows on the floor. It was difficult to tell the age of the owner of these items. She was tall, about 5’10, with long white hair. Her face had not aged much, just a few lines around the eyes, which were green, was all Lia could see in the shadows and light of the fire.