The Chant

Dark clouds like exploding gun shells spattered the evening sky, their expanding grey-blackness soon consumed the fiery-yellow lights of the low-set sun blossoming silently around their edges. She looked down at the dusk-dimmed view of the tents camped on the stone grounds of the campus. There was a flurry of movement, fleetingly visible around the lampposts down below. The night was settling in heavily and evening out the game among the clouds. She let the white curtains flutter back ghostly... more


Jan 07