A Feather in My Hand

The Feather

I’m racing through the trees.

Normally, I would be worried about being so late. Tonight I’m not. Because I have a secret and it’s going to save me.

I know the others are looking for something to hang me from. I could say I know because I’m a witch but I actually overheard them.

I slow down at the approach to the cave but then I suddenly stop. Dead quiet and the air is thick with smoke. I turn around and run the other way, clutching the feather in my cold hand.

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  3 comments for “A Feather in My Hand

  1. August 28, 2018 at 3:14 PM

    OMG I NEED MORE

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