Mary Seaton's Blog – June 2013 Archive (1)

Where were they she thought, the voices, they were supposed to join me after breakfast. Something small flying about near the ceiling high above caught her eye, she’d not expected to see flies in a place like this. She fixed her gaze on it there was something strange about it, that shimmer... As it got bigger and came slowly closer Delia was horrified to see it was a frightened…