The fields are starting to blossom again, pale green leaves and white flowers and pink flowers and the first hints of fruit on the trees.
Further in, the fruit is riper, heavy and plump and the branches that have carried nothing for so long almost seem to sag under the weight of once again being fertile and alive, content like mother's weighed down with babes in arms.
That's where the farmers point. Somewhere on the outskirts, well away from their camp. A pale white figure in a long coat, blood matting the side of his face and neck. Most thought he was a ghost of a Papay victim, waiting for release.
A couple had spotted the glint of silver in his hair, through the curls. They think he's by the fallen trees, but he vanishes when they try to get close and prove it's a headcase, not a haunting.
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Date: 2009-09-15 06:22 am (UTC)Further in, the fruit is riper, heavy and plump and the branches that have carried nothing for so long almost seem to sag under the weight of once again being fertile and alive, content like mother's weighed down with babes in arms.
That's where the farmers point. Somewhere on the outskirts, well away from their camp. A pale white figure in a long coat, blood matting the side of his face and neck. Most thought he was a ghost of a Papay victim, waiting for release.
A couple had spotted the glint of silver in his hair, through the curls. They think he's by the fallen trees, but he vanishes when they try to get close and prove it's a headcase, not a haunting.