Another interesting photo prompt from Sue Vincent over at the Daily Echo.
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The Glade.

There was nothing there really, no stumps to sit on or areas to spread out a picnic cloth and goodies, just some barren trees, a rocky path and some moss-covered stones.
Yet anyone who reached the other side did so with a sense of relief.
Teens had often dared wannabees to ‘Walk the Glade’ at sunset as a kind of initiation ceremony into whatever gang was popular at the time.

As the shadows fell in the closing hours of the day, The Glade took on an entity all of its own.
The tiny shingle on the path would shimmer in the fading rays, like a million eyes cast to the sky for guidance.
But it was the moss stones that held the secrets.
Some faced upwards, squinting against the sun as penance for some deed…