And now, a sequel to last week’s Friday Fictioneers…
She could feel someone standing behind her. She didn’t move but eyed the doorway. Instantly, she recognized the aged voice. Yet, she had no idea who it was.
“Are you here to finally accept your path?”
Sheri slowly turned to see a decrepit old woman. “Um…I’m sorry. I just love old buildings. I thought it was abandoned,” said Sheri turning to leave.
“Like you have abandoned your gift? Denied your mark?”
Sheri stopped, her birthmark burning.
“You have a gift child. Stop ignoring it.”
“I knew the fence would only entice you. You cannot fight who you are child.”
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