ImmaClutz1994

Julie opened the back door, looking out over her yard. A heavy mist had settled on all she could see: thick and oppressive, but neither cold nor hot. Beyond the grass of her yard, swaying brittle in the breeze, grew half an acre of wheat and beyond that grew wild forest. She could see, in the dim light of the sun, a small head bouncing along the treeline. “Come on in, sweets!” she called, watching the little girl. It took her only about half a minute to sprint from the trees, through the wheat, and across the yard to tumble through the door. Laughter on her lips, Julie gripped her child's arm to keep her from falling. Shaking he