APPLE BLOSSOMS GLIDED down from the gnarled bodies of their hosts. White blushing stars set on igniting fragrant brimstone on the fleeing maiden.
She panted heavily, huddling in the nook of the forgotten orchard. The blossoms refused to stop, stubbornly clinging to her black wool cloak. Their shiny ivory spokes were worse than any tracking spell or enchanted edible. The roaming watch-man would spy her in no time. Which was a price she could not afford.
Written: 18 Jan 2016
Words: 76 wds
Inspired: The Lord of the Rings