Dylan Hughes is our host this week, alternating with Jim Adams musical prompts.
Dylan provides the first line, and we get to write whatever comes afterward. Length, genre, and structure are completely up to us. We can feel free to modify the line as we see fit, adding punctuation, quotes, or other bits if so desired. No need to tie it to the picture, unless we want to.
Or for more of a challenge, change nothing. We have a week to write it, enjoy!
The woods waited for her, every day she passed the ancient sickly trunks, she felt the wind still with their bated breath.
It was a place of darkness, secrets and sorrow.
It was imperative to complete passage during the day as nothing survived overnight. It was as if the trees sucked the breath from the living once the sun had set.
In the eerie shadows, nothing moved, small rodents and animals staying underground for their own safety.
Only she held the key to their continuance, and maybe one day she would stop with her potions to lift the despondency of the dying.
Until then the woods waited for her to pass their ancient sickly trunks and held their breath in hope.