Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Eighty-Eight

It was quiet in the sleeping garden and Effie sat alone in the grass. She turned towards the sound of footsteps and was surprised to see a stranger coming across the mossy ground. As he got closer she realised his strangely jointed body glowed in the moonlight.

“Has nobody told you it’s dangerous to sit in midnight gardens?”

“It could be worse than my life now?”

The stranger lifted her calloused and burned hands and looked at the evidence of servitude.

“Perhaps not. Will you come then?”

“I will.”

They found her body at sunrise, laying peaceful in the grass…

©️jj 2019

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