Wyn McTwisp

dusts myself off, and looks around at the ever shifting blue and pink trees, fish with butterfly wings fly past, the clouds swirl and darken like the very air is watching sinisterly, then I hear something thump behind me, I clench my jaw harshly, close my eyes, and turn around opening my eyes to see you crumpled on the grass from the fall, I say harshly why did you follow me…Upper-Worlder I cock my head at you me blue eyes gazing at you irritable, as I tisk, and check my pocket watch