Hex

by Thomas Olde Heuvelt

conservatism had fallen to an altogether different, amphibian low, as if it had been scorned by evolution itself after crawling out of the primordial swamp and, out of pure misery, had turned around and crept right back in.

The trees cast blazing colors across the sodden paths and shone with extraordinary brightness in anticipation of the end of the month, when they would fade and drop their leaves.

but doubt made her thoughts run wild, turned reason into foolishness and logic into a dream.