An assortment of trees surrounded the clearing in a perfect circle.
Fuzzy emerald moss grew in patterns all over the damp soil, while little weeds and plants struggled to burst through.
A beam of light shone through the leaves in the upper canopy, revealing, in the clearing, a single tree stump with small, white mushrooms growing in spontaneous patterns around it.
The mixture of dust and darkness, pierced by the light, gave the clearing and the stump a magical air.
"Wow."
The sight took Marian's breath away. Her navy blue slippers slowly and gently entered the clearing, carefully stepping over twigs and fallen branches, arms stretched out in an attempt to feel the light, the dust, the presence that seemed to hover over the entire clearing.
"It's as though this place has been enchanted. But that's silly, there's no such thing as spells and incantations."
Yet as soon as Marian sat on the ground, her back on the stump, she fell sound asleep. Wisps of hair were strewn delicately across her lovely face, and her hands were clasped on her folded knees. She slept peacefully, unaware of the large, burly man who was watching her from the edge of the clearing. Unaware of him slowly but determinedly closing in on her, his enormous, calloused hands stretched out as if to grab her.
Fuzzy emerald moss grew in patterns all over the damp soil, while little weeds and plants struggled to burst through.
A beam of light shone through the leaves in the upper canopy, revealing, in the clearing, a single tree stump with small, white mushrooms growing in spontaneous patterns around it.
The mixture of dust and darkness, pierced by the light, gave the clearing and the stump a magical air.
"Wow."
The sight took Marian's breath away. Her navy blue slippers slowly and gently entered the clearing, carefully stepping over twigs and fallen branches, arms stretched out in an attempt to feel the light, the dust, the presence that seemed to hover over the entire clearing.
"It's as though this place has been enchanted. But that's silly, there's no such thing as spells and incantations."
Yet as soon as Marian sat on the ground, her back on the stump, she fell sound asleep. Wisps of hair were strewn delicately across her lovely face, and her hands were clasped on her folded knees. She slept peacefully, unaware of the large, burly man who was watching her from the edge of the clearing. Unaware of him slowly but determinedly closing in on her, his enormous, calloused hands stretched out as if to grab her.