The leaves were gone when the wind returned past sunset, and there was nothing left to do but help the empty branches claw at the sky.
- Charles L. Grant, Eyes
The leaves were gone when the wind returned past sunset, and there was nothing left to do but help the empty branches claw at the sky.
4 comments:
Love this in every way. 2 red oak leaves. Lucky duck!
Been re-reading short stories in October Dreams, and this one is in there. And it's a good one.
All have to read that one. Love the 'bare branches scratching the sky' imagery. That one will stay with me.
Another one of my favorite authors. I have several of his books in my library.
Mr. Macabre
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