They say; You have to believe it to see the magic.
Twelve-year-old Elsie believed with all her heart. Every time she got the chance, she’d run through her back garden and into the ancient oak woods beyond. She’d make her way through the bushes, and around the trees to the glade.
It was an almost perfect circle of grasses, and small shrubs surrounded by the dense woodland. There was a scattering of rocks, some covered in mosses other bare within the flora.
Elsie discovered a peculiar granite rock here. She knew it wasn’t natural, it bore the face of a man with black stones for eyes. Curiously it was part of a small circle of rocks. This became Elsie’s favourite place to play. She’d have dinner parties with her dolls and even read her fairytales here.
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