I wrote this originally way back when Madison Woods was in charge. It eventually became a series and then it broke and I couldn’t fix it up. Here is the original piece I wrote for this particular picture Rochelle is using this week as a do-over.
The absence of sound in the forest was soothing to Sarah’s frayed nerves. She was alone. No planes flew overhead breaking the silence.
She ventured deeper. The trees were growing closer, blocking out the sun. She felt peace begin to fill her soul as she traveled the familiar paths.
Gradually the trees began to thin and she came out into a clearing and looked in astonishment at the small stone cottage nestled in the hillside. Where had this come from?
She crossed to the door and opened it. Stepping inside she felt herself begin to fall down into the darkness.