Lavender Nights — Chapter One

SASHA

It was in the moorland where I encountered the perplexity of the shattering rain and piercing lighting, as the fierceness of it all did not shake the trees nor the leaves that hung painlessly off them. The moorland was not a discourse of unwantedness, it was not a place where sinners walked or where heathens fibbed. It was where I the perfected anomaly to destruction yet forceful of succumbed peace, lay…