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The mist rolls across the shards of crisp grass, it almost looks like bent figures tumbling in slow motion, creeping, gliding, sliding over the field. Johnathan lifts the freshly rolled cigarette to his lips and clicks his lighter, a pinch of yellow against the cold. He sucks in, closing his eyes for a moment, blocking the frosty field, before he opens them again and watches the expelled smoke hide in the mist. He kneels down, feeling the damp flood through the knees of his pants but not minding. He lifts the rifle and slings it over his shoulder, keeping his eyes on the silent field. Footsteps on crunchy grass break the quiet as Rogers take

Singing songs of immortality, Evangelos sat in the shade, hiding his slow, careful eyes from the harsh light. He smiled gently and whispered lyrics of glory and wonder, the power of life ever lasting. His young, smooth face turned up to the fluttering leaves and sang out, calling, crying, summoning the beings of magic into his world of monotony. Leaves fell and seasons added years to his young face but he was persistent, calling, searching the eyes of every passer by for secrets, eternities within their gaze. One set of eyes, smiling and curious, caught his and the song stopped, his voice cut off. He stood, placing his guitar by the trunk of

He ran into the backyard, wiping his eyes and breathing shakily. The garden was a mess, overgrown, cluttered with junk: broken flower pots, shovels, discarded toys and the old mini cooper. He opened the door and climbed in, slamming it behind him. Despite it being such a small car, it was surprisingly roomy. He sank down into the seat which had been warmed in the sun, streaming through the missing windshield. His eyes closed and he let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. He played with the door, laughing when it came loose. The car was always hilarious in its state of wreckage, even before it was discarded. They all loved its ridicu