A simple shack in the woods.

Army of trees at its back.

Mossy green carpets the front.

Its shingles creak in the wind.

A loose shutter swings back and forth.

A dying fire smokes inside.

Embers fall on the still bodies.

Red trails surround them.

The fire flickers one last time.

Dark descends upon the shack.

A simple shack it’s no more.


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