She’d been in this enchanted forest before. The one with smartass trees. “Lost, little girl?” one tree asked. “A gypsy girl lost in the woods. How is that possible?” another joked. They laughed at her for being a lousy gypsy. She hated them. The tobacco tin in her hand looked dusty and rusty. With her spit, she polished the metal box. Like her daddy taught her. The ritual sparked an idea in her.
A Spark in the Forest
A Spark in the Forest
A Spark in the Forest
She’d been in this enchanted forest before. The one with smartass trees. “Lost, little girl?” one tree asked. “A gypsy girl lost in the woods. How is that possible?” another joked. They laughed at her for being a lousy gypsy. She hated them. The tobacco tin in her hand looked dusty and rusty. With her spit, she polished the metal box. Like her daddy taught her. The ritual sparked an idea in her.