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Nov. 30, 2009 There was a gray squirrel and he ran confidently among the tree trunks. The old bark now decaying on with defeat, haphazardly and not greatly missed. Gross telephone wires marked the horizon and the beetles and frogs of the summer sun, the black ones and the green ones, were distant. Had they occurred? Where was the water glistening from the ground and the lime green creatures of the pre- storm hours? Now the horizon was red, menacing, and aglow in the aftermath of the world, as if something malevolent had gained victory over time and being. Not the warmth of the winter hearth and not the recollection of autumn hues blazing and bright, not even sweet melancholia were in that sky or environs. Just the blank torched sky as the gray squirrel running never took notice. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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