Lattice 5: Fallen from the Sky
The stone feels rough and pitted under Callie’s fingers. She knows it is stone although she cannot see anything in the blackness. She also knows the feel of this particular stone; it is akin to a friend, a haven, a beacon in the dark. There are no night sounds, not even the resident frog to confirm where she is … she always listens for him when she comes here in summer.