The Red, the White, the Green…
Some things have to be believed
Before they can be seen…
…‘To bring something back into the world that was lost,’ she had said as a prelude to adventure.
“We’ll be in touch,” she had said, before drifting into the twilight at adventure’s end…
That was three months ago.
And who was this ‘we’ anyway?
The witch of the wood?
The thought of the old crone and the momentous events of a half moonlit clearing nearly three months ago still make me shiver.
Except, perhaps, for the odd ‘padding’ sound that appears to accompany my every move.
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