Julie Elizabeth Powell

Heaven Julie Elizabeth Powell

There was nothing left. I looked at the landscape, unable to miss its barren coldness; one that had been caused by the insatiable appetites of those in power. Walking along the white stretch of road, white due to the continual fall of snow, I saw no-one, as usual. Not that I expected to see anyone. For I'd been walking for what felt like forever, and as yet found not another soul. Was I the only one left? And really, what was the point if I were? And why had I survived? Bare tree with roots by Vlado from freedigitalphotos Cover Design: Julie Elizabeth Powell Source photo(front cover): Stuart Miles from freedigitalphotos