Travis Weston
ASIN: B00SDQNA8M
Publisher: Poor Man Publishing
Pages: 6
He stopped. The grass of Akeldama swayed in the light April breeze, appearing to him as millions of tiny arms, guiding him to his destination. A large olive tree in the center of the field. He had seen this tree many times before on his trips to and from Bethany and the eastern cities. It had always looked elegant to him, somehow full of an ancient knowledge long forgotten. Tonight, in the light of the moon, it looked like a crooked finger, pointing at him knowingly. As if it knew what was to come. Knew the darkness that awaited.