North is where the treasure is, they said. Holding on to the sliver of gold as if smitten with it, Jessica tried to be nimble, but panic set in as she tried desperately to go upstream. The narrowing of the banks of the river made the water surge against the grassy margins. The rushing waves skewed every step she attempted, slowing her down. As the light of the day dimmed, Jessica knew she had to flee this predicament soon. But then, a loud cackle made her startle.
Her eyes widened with shock. Rumpelstiltskin was real, and so were the spindles!
This has the feel of a fairy tale – the ominous kind that isn’t going to end well!!!
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It wouldn’t be mine if it didn’t have a hint of darkness. 😉 Thanks, Val!
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Oh wow! An absorbing story Susi.
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❤ Happy to hear that, Sadje!
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Yikes! Great cliff hanger after building the suspense.
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🙂 Glad you enjoyed it, Susan!
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