(Based on Grimms’ Sleeping Beauty) It had been only a single gasp of air that alerted her to the trouble.
“You have to keep up with the times,” his father’s voice whispered uninvitedly in his ear.
As the shapes shift away
And the colours bleed to shades
I plant my feet
Grounded in the dead heat
The doctor’s soft voice tried to reach her, but she found it impossible to draw her attention completely away from the tree.