The Wishing Well

Chapter 17

Word Count: 100


When she awoke, she was by herself. His fur was left with her, though. She rose, sleepily, and wiped her eyes. He had taken her to some sort of field, and there were lots of pretty flowers around her. She would have cried if not for the beautiful sight before her. She stood up, holding the fur to her body, and ran towards the flowers. When she got there, she jumped into a pile of purple peonies, giggling uncontrollably. She rose as she saw a figure in white approach, and smiled happily. She waved towards him.

"Hey! Over here!"