Drabble!

Dec 18, 2007 13:45



A pile of beautiful, perfect apples.

A lovely young woman

An abandoned letter.

She stirs the blackened cauldron.

The cauldron simmers merrily.

She hums a little tune.

“Love” she whispers, then says it twice more.

Willing it into existence.

Refusing to believe otherwise.

The apples are plunged into the viscous liquid.

She’s ( Read more... )

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marniejh December 18 2007, 23:22:32 UTC
Ooh, creepy! I love the format.

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