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Strange-her.
#WritcoStoryPrompt9
It was my coldest night of that year.
December. Half Moon.
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of distress. Max was anticipated too and was keep on nudging me. I decided to follow max and my heart. I worn my cardigan and the winter boots to stroll down the woods. I kept a big metal plated torch for some illumination and as a measure of physical safety! Max lead my way. I couldn't...
It was my coldest night of that year.
December. Half Moon.
The cry was faint but I heard loud and clear it as I walked past the dark bushes. My steps faltered. It was late, and I wasn’t sure if it was a smart thing to stop and inspect the source of distress. Max was anticipated too and was keep on nudging me. I decided to follow max and my heart. I worn my cardigan and the winter boots to stroll down the woods. I kept a big metal plated torch for some illumination and as a measure of physical safety! Max lead my way. I couldn't...
