#Valleys: Scarecrow #Fifty On the old stone, at the corner of the medieval market, he sits, hooded, silent, unapproachable. Children avoid him, fearing the deep pit below the hood: no eyes, no smile to be seen, as if the creature was only darkness. Yet he’s alive, observing, waiting for his time to come. Share this:TwitterFacebookPinterestGoogleTumblrMoreRedditEmailLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.