Week 33 : The Dead Garden By Paul

The rain blocked out any and all sound. I could barely hear my own feet hitting the mud. I could see a faint light in the distance. My house.

But that won’t be very good if I die by a lightning strike. Let’s hope-
C R A C K. My eyes were blinded. I fell to the ground willing my eyes to work.

In the lightning, I saw a small, metal, stocky gnome. But it looked too realistic to be real. I was about to start running again until I saw hundreds covering the field home.

C R A C K. There was no way to get past them all so I turned around…to see nothing but those gnomes. I stared up.

The sky parted ways. A dagger of light fell down. C R A C K.