There were flower crowns on the carpet, a garter too. Bluebelle didn't know what she had stepped into. All she knew was that she didn't feel safe outside. She glanced at the old woman and was no longer certain if her host was male or female. Small, bent, with a face full of white powder and lipstick she could smell from here. Palma violets.

There were flower crowns…

by Traceyshadow


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