A witch in the bottle (4)# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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They went to rest early ‘cause Aunt Lottie would leave next morning. Fenella
woke on a sudden after dreaming a gang of birds shrieking and flying towards
her. It was not dawn yet. She felt utterly alone and forlorn, on the mercy
of others. Quietly she tiptoed out of the room and sauntered into the court
where vines grew thick.
The place glowed. Grey pearls were patched on the rocky walls, breathing pale
light. In and out, they were breathing. Things had a way to come alive in
darkness.
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woke on a sudden after dreaming a gang of birds shrieking and flying towards
her. It was not dawn yet. She felt utterly alone and forlorn, on the mercy
of others. Quietly she tiptoed out of the room and sauntered into the court
where vines grew thick.
The place glowed. Grey pearls were patched on the rocky walls, breathing pale
light. In and out, they were breathing. Things had a way to come alive in
darkness.
S