Judy Dawn

A Work In Progress


The scroll was sealed like a cocoon in the cabinet. She paused, her hand in the air, while she remembered the nest of spiders the last time she meddled. However, she knew he left messages for those who wanted to see beyond. Bravery shouldered, she retrieved the parchment. Her grandfather’s handwriting reported: I’m content. She smiled until a scream echoed from upstairs. A price must be paid each time she connected with him. #vss365 (’19)

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