There would be no blood



Everyone has a secret garden even in the urban jungle. A place to go, heal the body and develop strong legs that take one far. It’s a place to run to when the demons are chasing. At the age of 12 she was ready to have her own secret garden.


She ran up the stairs, entered the room and squinted. The lights were going to stay off. She stood before the line up of heads and she teased the wigs lightly. She lit a candle and made a wish. She ran back down the stairs on through the chemical field. There would be no blood.



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