Chapter 5 of ‘The Or Tree’
Toby Fitch i i The great cloud which hung only over the century buffeted, blustering long consequences beneath its shadow climate. Girt about with discoloured purples, oranges and reds, the white of the snow enemies was muddied. Outside, in unparalleled profusion, L no garden lacked a maze — evergreen rioted in the dank fertility show, innumerable leaves creaked and glistened. From a damp bonfire at the end of the earth, rampant cucumbers came scrolloping and giant cauliflowers disordered the imagination i of special tinted clouds that turned and tumbled like whales or elephants, a thousand escaping the whole sky as…