I was walking in the woods. Well, not woods, really. The trees were a bit more spread out, but it was still kind of dark. Looking up, the sky was a flat gray. That didn't help either.
But there was in incline, and the tree stopped Looking up the hill, a tall, scraggly dead tree topped it. I felt like I needed to get to it. I felt like it had something I needed.
Trudging up to the top, as my legs were now heavy and tired, I feel to my knees at the base. In front of be, between two large roots, was loose dirt- and something buried in it.
Half a face- no, a quarter- looked up at me. Just the eye, a high cheek bone, an eyebrow carefully shaped- i