The-Mastodon

Val October.  A university campus.  Midterms.  Need I say more about my state of mind? Though sitting in a classroom, taking a history exam, my mind drifted to things other than the political structure of the Persian Empire.  The leaves had mostly fallen.  I stared blankly at the bare, quivering trees outlining a central courtyard outside.  Four walkways extended from it, splitting a series of buildings from one another.  They looked old – gothic relics planted in the modern age; and their faded tans and greys accentuated the rows of dead trees.  The last few scattered leaves swirled round it all, looking for their escape. I hated