/lit/ - Literature

A lonely tree stood in the field, twisted, black and without leaves. The ground was covered in thick fog that thinned towards the top. The taxi driver steered the cab to the edge of the field, where the gravel road turned into muddy soil.

The preacher's leather shoes were munching in it. He turned around. The cab headed away to the city. Two red, washed-out, fading eyes. He tied the rope around a sturdy branch and looked down on his gay son, who had been walking beside him.