The garden is my only home now.
My only link to sanity.
When I skip between the flowers' beds is the only time I actually breathe.
But now there are shadows flittering around the corners of this thimble dream.
The edges of my picture-perfect moment soured and crackled by the terror that ignites in my spine at the dark chittering in the trees.
Or rather that tree.
I know it is that tree.
The biggest one in the woods.
The one that my entire life has caused me this eerie unease.
"Stop thinking about it T.
The shapes in the leaves are only the horror your disturbed imagination wants to perceive."
Funny how my 'disturbed imagination' conceived details of Samantha's abduction before any evidence an army of police could receive...
But everything was so distressing I had just let such arguments with my parents be...
Until now.
Until this strange warning in the breeze.
Is it a terror of the town?
Or yet a craftier monster hidden behind the perfectly manicured theves?
And why oh why does this fright excite as much joy as it steals?
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Dainty Miss T.
PoetryDainty Miss T's parents have kept her isolated ever since her sister died. Confined to a cottage at the edge of town, she has nothing exciting to occupy her time and no one to keep her company... Or does she?
