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One-Shot Sweet Dreams

Harlequin

Active member
[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]The thick, old growth forest hid creatures more dangerous than any other, ruins of civilisations long gone and a lone, crumbling house. Light flitted in through the trees sparsely, illuminating small patches of ground. A lone woman tended a vegetable patch next to the house. Flecks of grey preppered her hair and she was dressed in a style far more fitting of a man: loose trousers and a shirt with an overcoat.[/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]The woman seemed wholly unconcerned by the shrieks and dark mutterings of the forest creatures around her as she gave careful attention to her plants. Though it was night and her only sources of light were a small lantern and the scattered, scant moonlight, the woman moved with an ease born of familiarity with her surroundings.[/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]She carried with her a small wicker basket into which she placed her harvest. Her task done, the woman returned to her home. The inside of the slightly dilapidated building was furnished with bespoke furniture – an oak table near the stove and a wooden armchair, clad in cotton and stuffed with hemp next to the fire, among other things.[/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]The woman set her lantern down on a low shelf next to the door. The fire smouldered gently, bathing the room in a soft orange glow. A huge cat slept on the threadbare rug in front of the fire. The woman unloaded her basket into her pantry – a serious of low cupboard opposite the wood burning stove. Hanging on the wall above the stove were and opposite a squat window were a set of knives, both for hunting and the preparation of food. [/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]The woman hummed quietly to herself, a tuneless whir, and the crackled in the background. When she had finished with her vegetables she sat down in her chair and took her wood carvings from a gnarled wooden table. She sat awake for a few more hours carving until she felt too tired to continue. She retired to bed.[/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]The room was small and cosy, and a fire burned across from her bed, which was strong and narrow with a hemp filled mattress. The woman climbed into her bed still clothed and slept.[/FONT]


[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif]She never woke up.[/FONT]
 
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