Acquiescence

The world progresses, and so must Ravensfall unless it wishes to be caught in the same slow death of its archaic nexus.  It was growing outwards away from the rusting and depleted center of town, which was facing the same fate as the steel mills and coalmines that provided for the people who used to live there; now long gone or caught in the erosion.  Siege was laid to the undeveloped land.  Trees cut down, boulders removed, and hills flattened.  Homage was paid though.  Sycamores, Elms, Silver Maples, and Oaks still lined the whole landscape, but street signs are no place for a robin’s nest.  The forests had been plucked and trimmed to give a certain look; one that would optimize the difference between cost and customer potential. 

            A small patch of trees stood outside Emily’s window, and every morning they would cast a sacred glow into her room.  It was all lighting that caused the look she deducted.  The floodlights from the apartment’s courtyard made them look particularly majestic in the cloak of nighttime.  If the lights were not on, there they would look weirdly ominous, like dark magic high priests.  Immersed in all encompassing daylight they were placid, and particularly haunting this time of year when they had been shed bare by the ripening of autumn.  For reasons unknown to even her subconscious, she felt something deep when she would daze off gazing at the trees outside of her window.  Ideas that would only be mystically revealed in a dream, which would evade her memory more often than desired.  Such amnesia was a fleeting enigma to her.

            Her mind entered another unintentional meditation as she stared at the passing trees through the passenger window of a yellow Mustang.  It was being piloted through crisscross concrete intersections and gentle curves, bobbing up and down the mild rapids of the suburban wetlands by her boyfriend Jason.  The motor hummed low yet powerfully, threatening to rip roar into a cacophony of bellowing mechanical might and banshee screams from the tires scaring the roadway.  He stalked the road, revving his engine here and there to flex to the sleeping suburbs his muscle, and to draw out the libido of his mate in the seat next to him.