She wanders from thicket to glade, trailing songbirds in her wake. I have followed her for days. My feet are weary, my heart sore and full of regret.
Sunlight glints off the arrow set against my bow. A promise is a promise.
Written for the yeah write weekly gargleblaster challenge. This week’s ultimate question:
Why do birds suddenly appear?
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