One minute Charley was trapped in a sack in a shed in the middle of a park, and the very next she had found herself in the most beautiful of surroundings imaginable. She was free of her constraints and nesting on a hill of soft sweet grass, lilacs and chamomile.
It was a lot like the very hill in the park she had been seated on before being taken, but this place was brightly lit and warm, and there was no city to be seen below - just paddocks with a stream, and trees that looked like over-large pineapples.
Dragonflies as big as sparrows glittered in the air about; and birds as small as the hairy-chest moths clustered the branches above.
There was a tray of fruits beside her, and a picnic hamper beside that; on the top of which slumped a long leather skinned book. It bore no title and was bound by a single red ribbon. There were two letters deeply embossed in gold - M.E. - and she half wondered who the author might be. A mobile phone at her feet started to ring ‘Good Vibrations’ and she sat up from her repose to answer it.
She unflipped the handset gingerly and said tentatively: “Hello?”.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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