Reblogged from Serendipity:

The glade was always special. The light was different in the glade. Rumors abounded. Especially after little Mary had gone there to picnic with her dolls and disappeared without a trace. They found the dolls, but Mary was gone.

No sign of struggle. No sign of anything. Dolls, neatly lined up with their little cups, waiting for a party that would never start.

Until, one day long years later, Mary was back.

As she disappeared, so she reappeared. Silently, without warning. By now, she was a tall, dark-haired woman dressed in odd garments constructed of some peculiar design and fabric. None of the local townspeople had seen anything like it before…

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