Lattice 5: Fallen from the Sky
(fantasy)
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.
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