No One In Attendance
That was a cold day. It was abandoned, and so was the valley that spread like an uneven blanket of dirty browns, thoroughly rusted. Bad gusts of wind snarled with uneven intervals, cutting through corrupt fences laced with molted lichens and pigments of burnt sienna revealing barbed wire that murmured mercy with each lashing that bellowed and stampeded the valley. And it came to pass, while no one was in attendance.