began to fade. Enoch pulled Acorn close, burying his face into his brother’s hair as he tried to hold back the tears. Around him, there was nothing but silence and the open, endless forest. As the snowflakes fell from the grey skies above, the last of the season’s dying leaves broke free of the safety of its branch. It floated down on the cold winter wind, landing not too far from the trunk of its tree. But soon, it was forgotten under the steadily rising snow.
Spill Yr Guts Horror Zine #005 | Spring 2019
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