Dear Anna,(1)

She stood alone. Feet covered in dirt, face etched with blood she remembered what this used to be.

Little lucy used to come hide in this prairie. Under that very same baobab over there, to her left. She didn’t like it when her aunt beat her, so she ran. She ran and hid. She could stay there for hours on end playing with the pixies. She had such a vivid imagination, she did. She named them all, all two-hundred thirteen of them. There was john, quite the feisty one indeed, Sam & Bella. Those three were always getting into trouble with the elders.

There was a bang; it came from up north… “The village!” she thought to herself before she took stride… “I told them to stay hidden!”

So this will be a completely free written short story. I’ll be adding to it from time to time, so keep a look out.

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