Here is another awkward attempt at writing fiction. Apologies.
It was inspired by an incident I witnessed while sitting in the garden in the beginning of May. Time has moved on and the conditions described in the story have changed, but I think we can still remember them.
(Please note: I'm afraid our old friend Witchy doesn't feature, and readers of a sensitive nature may need a hanky to hand.)
Again, let me know if you have a problem with reading Scribd.
Merula
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