Thursday, February 13, 2014

Latticework Teaser: The Hole

Lattice 13
The Hole


Merry stomped her foot, hard, finally at the end of patience. “Don’t you dare! What kind of grandmother beats ... what?”

The cane had frozen and blue eyes revealed only alarm.

“Don’t move,” her grandmother whispered.


There was no time to ask why, there was no time to move either, for the earth gave way with a great sucking sound and Merry, her grandmother, the cane and rucksack fell ... into darkness.


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