His body was found beneath the roots of a willow tree. There were no signs of identity or name to him, just an empty face and the remains of a pale frail body. I was there with you when the white fox lead us there, moving around the hedge-mazes in the front of your decadent house.
Though you were…
Trying out writing here, feedback is welcome even though this was more-or-less a stream-of-consciousness piece.