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I was walking along the bank of this pretty river on a nice
morning.
I was here looking for a beautiful stone to take back home. Then my
foot got stuck on something scratchy. I looked down to see this may holed thing
stuck to me foot.
I hate anything that looks like this. It gives me Goosebumps.
For some reason, I feel there might be worms coming out of that hideous
thing
anytime now.
Even while writing about it, I can feel goosebumps all over
my hand.
This post is written for Friday Fictioneers
Sometimes irrational fears or aversions do that to us. Poor narrator, she'd better learn to face her fears.
ReplyDeleteSomeday I hope she will
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