Nothing here of any kind that vaguely resembled a living creature. Nor did she see anything like a bird, a fox, a rabbit or a badger. And yet, relaying her memories back to herself of strolling through this particular part of the country yielded no such instances of inhabitants of any kind. After all, in a rural and picturesque area such as this there would undoubtedly be many people lucky enough to procure permanent residence here in a small farmhouse or refurbished cabin of some kind and the musical instrument in question would belong to a small child or a parent. The sound of a musical instrument being heard somewhere in the area was almost certainly nothing to spend much time mulling over. Yet, all around her she could hear nothing but the same sounds of the wind, the rustling of the leaves and her own agitated breathing. She looked around in all directions as she struggled to hear the sound once again. She walked to the edge of the wheat field crushing the sea of dead leaves beneath her brown silk shoes. At least, something that was capable of making dull high-pitched sounds. It was the sound of a musical instrument of some kind, something like wind chimes or a triangle. She had heard it only for a few moments, but at the back of her mind she was certain what it was. She had heard the sound only a few minutes ago and had taken a great effort to find this particular spot after walking in the wrong direction numerous times. It came from around this area, she was sure of it now. On her hands she wore thick woollen gloves fingerless gloves that she rubbed together often with great intensity. Her trousers were a pale brown denim chequered material. The woman wore a long black cotton jacket that was buttoned tightly around her warmly while a thick pale brown wool scarf created warmth for her neck. She walked with a gentle ease with a great underlying confidence in her expression. The shadow grew more and more animated as its features began to grow ever more clear and vivid until the clear image of a young woman found her way into the light. The shadow came closer and closer as it made its slow descent from a raised dirt road that stretched out towards the horizon. In the distance a shadow began to appear. Hanging silently above the deserted fields resided a slightly cloudy sky with melted clouds of brown and grey that moved across the Heavens with great speed. The wind carried the colourful leaves from their parent trees, forcing them to perform elaborate patterns in the air as they danced in a colourful twirling ribbon-esque display before finally falling into the wheat field and disappearing into the shadows beneath. Their fragile corpses swaying silently in the swirling breeze, a gust brought on suddenly as it quickly gathered in strength and roared its way past everything in its way with no regard of any kind. Tall powerful trees beset with cracks and aged decay surrounded the wheat field like silent sentries with dried, dead leaves hanging lifelessly from their tenuous moorings. Not an animal nor a bird was visible, no creature of any kind came to utter its wordless calls or sing its playful tune to a In a still and lonesome part of the English countryside resided a modestly sized wheat field that seemed to encompass all that dwelled within this isolated landscape. A dry and uneventful day at that as the world itself seemed to remain still and allow the daily activities of Nature to reign.
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