Wendy sat in the park as usual on her lunch break, in the shade of her favorite oak tree not far from the sidewalk. She typed away into her latest plot, when she felt something thud beside her, clanging on the old metal of her bench. She looked up to the tree to find nothing there, before bringing her head down to the half-eaten apple that stood idle. Passing it off, she returned the next day to her routine, when a second munched apple fell on her head. She quickly turned around to find a thin boy in the tree.
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Historia CortaA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
