/lit/ - Literature

>>12197363
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>>11689716
4a. The apex of each hill, painted by the Western sunlight, seemed to her as green as the word itself; the valleys, flowing over with autumn's crimson leaves, violently appealed to her state of mind. None of those valleys had whored themselves out for twenty years, none of those valleys found themselves without a benefactor during their final years, and none of those valleys were so far in debt that they were reminded by nature itself. There was a knock at a door, the lawyer her husband had retained.

4b. The waves gently broke against his small craft, as if to whisper "Let us in!" to that stalwart hull. He cast his eyes over the water, the last rays of the setting sun reflecting directly onto his face. He squinted; the water was too bright, blocking his view of the beyond. He fished around for a pair of binoculars, but realized that he had forgotten them a few hours earlier. He swore and unzipped his bag; he jumped in surprise as something wet landed on his neck.

4c. The hills were beautiful, but gone in a moment. More than a few mice in the following fields, but I didn't pursue. Over another house, the door hanging open, and gone again.
Now a lake, seemingly empty save for the fish. The color of the water changes as I head over the deeps, and I see a man holding the body of an old woman. I take a shit.