Thieving Mist Under Moonlight

Day 227 

Moonlight fell across tall stalks of wheat, bushels brushed in gossamer silver. Cool strands of mist crept out of the dense woods that surrounded the fields, wrapping their eternal wet fingers around the wheat. Moonbeams glinted off beads of mist, curious but silent. They were the only witnesses as the wheat was lifted off the ground and gently stolen away into the forest.


Written: 30 May 2016

Words: 62 

Inspired: Over the Garden Wall opening song

x-posted

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