Heaven

There was nothing left.

I looked at the landscape, unable to miss its barren coldness; one that had been caused by the insatiable appetites of those in power.

Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no-one, as usual.

Not that I expected to see anyone. For I'd been walking for what felt like forever, and as yet found not another soul.

Was I the only one left?

And really, what was the point if I were?

And why had I survived?


Bare tree with roots by Vlado from freedigitalphotos

Cover Design: Julie Elizabeth Powell
Source photo(front cover) : Stuart Miles from freedigitalphotos