Haunted Wood They say flowers can open new paths

bartholomew did enjoy when they seemed to know their places — even if he was casted a look of defiance, there was no acting upon it.

him the guiding hand of a shepherd and this boy the sheep. perhaps that was why he had been sent here, to guide those back into the flock.

Him, of course! none other than God.

his smile seemed to split a bit wider, an exposure of teeth but not out of violence. then tamed once more into a thin lipped sort of presentation.

He is the one who created the prey you track, the woods we stand in, even us individually in His eye. aren't His creations wonderful?