Forgotten Story

Day 274

The book leaps open at her touch. Pages flow in a whirl of snapping, crinkling pages. Like the whisper of leaves in autumn, they make a gentle humming sound. Just as quickly, they stop. The book lies exposed. 

Leaning forward, she sees a page written in beautiful gold ink, colorful flourishes in blue and red and green, fanciful flowers and beasts, on the borders. The words fade to brown ink as the tale proceeds. Leaning closer, she reads the forgotten story.

Written: 22 June 2016

Words: 82

Inspired: a song (Over the Garden Wall)


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