Invisible Fog

Sun hits the grease on the window, the clean light felt ironic as it turned dirt into the colour of London, a soulless grey, she thinks.  Ella can’t see the sky between the fog and low branches, the view is blurry.  She does not mind, reality is better in soft focus and today she needs cover for her actions on next door’s tree; because a sharp dagger is safer when cloaked.

tree bark

cut down tree

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