Feb 13, 2016
@temen-ni-gru
The seven-year-old stepped into the shop, peering around as she clutched the strap of her little messenger bag. It wasn’t her first time here, but she certainly wasn’t used to being here either. Myra fidgeted, feeling the strange energy that had brought her here pulsing in her bag. What an odd stone she’d found at the park, especially considering the other kids couldn’t see it. “Uncle? Uncle, are you in?”