Holly Burrows

  • Holly Burrows

The stars lit large, black clouds like a child holding a torch under bedclothes reading secret stories. Perhaps there would be a storm. For now though, everyone was asleep. Silence. Not even a rustle of leaves in cool nighttime air. Nor the distant shudder of an aeroplane. Not even the clatter of a fox searching the dustbins. Everyone was asleep. Faintly, a circular sound twisted its way through the darkness and into the ears of the sleepers. It twisted their dreams into discomfort and unease. Sweat. Eyes open staring into the blackness. The glass was moving loudly on it's own.

Seed by Holly Burrows. Image by Adran Samson.