She ran through the corridors of the stone castle. The glass bottle slipped through her sweaty hand , falling to the floor. A cascade of pink roses wafted past her nose. Picking up the stained label, she carried on sprinting to the open door. Reading and noisily panting she read aloud the label “Marvellous Medicine Mixture, For People in terrible danger.” Spreading out her wings she focused on the high hedge ahead of her, she quickened her pace then leaving on the ground she flew into the night sky, filled with stars staring down on the fields she had lived in all her life.
100 WC #Week 29 – Scarlett