The cool, autumn air seemed to ease my troubles as I strolled through the unkempt grounds, my gaze downcast to the blades of grass underfoot.
Something glinted amid the green.
It was an old, ornate key, but as I crouched and scooped it up there was a sensation which sent tremors through every fibre of my being.
I stood and slowly turned about to gaze upon the boundary wall and the old rustic door which was set within. I’d not seen it there before, but now as I slid the key in the lock, I felt compelled to go through.
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The Secret Garden – © 2019 Paul J. Fleming