Drabble Series: Veiled Vista

I stood there, my eyes trained upon that lovely valley. It was dark beneath those trees, and shadowed mysteries lay hidden under those boughs. The river, as all rivers must, flowed on and on, and onward still, as it must, into the darkness of the deep. The distant showers were drawing closer to me, and in an hour, I hoped, the downpour would come and wash me clean, drawing this poison from my veins and into some gutter abyss. But who knows what way the winds must blow, or whether a man’s blood can be washed clean by heaven’s tears?