Sunset Strollby
tmhallingComment by K3Master: It sat there and waited, a heart as black as the deepest night, though there were none that realized it. There were none because it left none remaining to tell. None remaining to go back to their people and open their eyes to the evil that was he.
It sat there and waited, and sure enough, in time, came two more towards it. Two more that walked gladly and happily and took in the colors of the falling sun. Two more that knew nothing more than the pleasant breeze on their faces and the still lingering warmth in the air. Two more that had no idea of the doom that they were heading towards.
It sat there and waited, and they grew ever closer, and its branches shuddered with anticipation, and its bark dripped sap as if the thing salivated at the thought of what was to come. Closer, and closer they came, and it began to reach out, reach out to entrap them in it's farthest limbs, to...
... and then they stopped, and they held each other, just out of reach, maddeningly out of reach, and then they turned and began to stroll the other way, back from where they had come.
If it could have screamed, it would have. Deafeningly so, for they were getting away, and it could do nothing, rooted to this damnable spot! It did what it could do, however, and rustled madly and woe to the crow that would land in its branches tonight. Woe to any living thing that came near!
This time, this time it had lost out, but there would be a next time.
There was always a next time.
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