** This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Photo Prompt that you can find out about Here.
The mist lay across the valley like a shroud. Although the sun was up, there was no warmth. Its glow was weak, like the struggling vegetation it tried to illuminate. The mists hid evil in it’s embrace.
My bare feet were wet from the dew laden grass as I crossed the field. I must hurry. I was taking a great risk at this time of day. Once the sun gained its strength, they would come.
In my haste I slipped and fell, the pitiful apples I was able to collect for our nourishment went sprawling in front of me. As quickly as I could, on my hands and knees, I swept the apples into the small wooden pail.