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Fairytales #5

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"I think it's in the pond."

We stared together into the black murk and I half heartedly stirred its depths with a bean cane.

"It would float would it not?" I asked, not needing an answer.

"I think it might have hit a rose."

We both looked at the bush. Bare of blooms. Petals littered around it like a dropped skirt. Her eyes stared deeply into mine then. And I knew there was no ball. Not this time. Searching was pointless. Her hand. Small and sticky sought out mine. Her eyes, wide and trusting, rolled downwards and glazed with tears.

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