long time ago, a man entered it with yarn to mark his way. The yarn still marks the way to the garden at the center, where my favorite flowers grow.
I trace the hedges of the maze wall as I follow the string. I get to the center and press my hands to the tree of wisdom. An image pops into my mind. I’m wearing a floor-length ball gown. A beautiful necklace in the shape of a butterfly’s wing glints under the light. A handsome man with golden eyes spins me around.
Prajapati splashes me with water. “You’re the smelly draugr,” he says. His trousers are drenched. I climb over the edge of the fountain and get in with him. He splashes me again, and I splash back. I lower myself and submerge my body all the way. The itchy sensation from the grass goes away as the water covers me.
~*~*~*~
“All done,” Elle says, patting the top of my head.
I let out a deep breath. I like that memory. If only it were real.
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I trace the hedges of the maze wall as I follow the string. I get to the center and press my hands to the tree of wisdom. An image pops into my mind. I’m wearing a floor-length ball gown. A beautiful necklace in the shape of a butterfly’s wing glints under the light. A handsome man with golden eyes spins me around.
Prajapati splashes me with water. “You’re the smelly draugr,” he says. His trousers are drenched. I climb over the edge of the fountain and get in with him. He splashes me again, and I splash back. I lower myself and submerge my body all the way. The itchy sensation from the grass goes away as the water covers me.
~*~*~*~
“All done,” Elle says, patting the top of my head.
I let out a deep breath. I like that memory. If only it were real.
Buy here: viewbook.at/TN1
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