The Face of a Flower – StormWeaver #26

What happens?Only the soothing sound of the stones jumping inside the bag.I knew it.I knew there was nothing special about the stones.She is just a crazy old woman.“Very good,” Rose says behind me.I turn but she is gone,Back into the cottage.I look to the path and the sun is shining,A beacon to light my way.“I’m … Continue reading The Face of a Flower – StormWeaver #26