The tree, our quiet companion on this planet, reach for the sky this time of year. Moving swift and silent, ever upwards, ever engaged in an impossible reaching for our Sun. Yet, even though her task is impossible, she persists, pushing ever upwards.
Salt, awoke, screaming. An unbelievable throbbing pain rocketed up his leg, exploding in his abdomen. He reflexively put his hands on his stomach, only to find it wet. Blood? he pull his left hand up to his face, and in the dim candle light, he saw the outline of his hand shinning with a dark liquid.