Cecilia 100WC – Week 9


I strolled down the forgotten street. Wisps of haunting smoke filled the misty air. I stared at the broken glass in the windows. This place was forgotten. The little cottages stood in remains as the orange sun set into the pitch black sky. I should be scared. Instead I kept walking. I lifted up the golden key, she told me to come here. The old town swimming pool came into view. I was close. Her green coat and old grey cat crept into my mind. No, I must find it. Then my key faded, I was too late…

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