Shadows, written by Bastet, is an incredibly well woven tale.
I was struck by the images, drawn to the possibilities, captivated (not captured, lol) by the ending.
An wonderfully imaginative tale. I really felt Shadows should be shared.
Please read and enjoy the world that Bastet creates on her Tale Weaver’s loom.
Not all days are the same … some are brighter some less … and that seems to make a big difference in how one feels.
Maryanne walked down the trail leading to the railway tracks just out back of town. The path ran past the paper mill, now long abandoned. The train still passed through town from time to time, but the tracks she would soon be crossing were now abandoned. The wooden ties choked with weeds had long splinters sticking out like ancient miniature spears from the decayed wood. They ran into the factory itself … then she supposed they had got caught inside never to be able to get out again.
Maryanne was a loner. She rarely went on her hikes with anyone except her shadow. She whistled, Me and My Shadow as she walked down the trail and crossed the old tracks then turned towards the woods she’d yet to explore a little…
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