Straight on Till Morning (Friday Fictioneers)
Each year, on the anniversary of your disappearance, a red rose appears.
It’s funny. The house is locked. No windows are left open. The fire is lit in the fireplace. And yet. Every year. Without fail. One red rose.
Even odder… if I can put it that way, there is dust on the floor in front of my closet.
And I swear, in my sleep, I hear bells tinkling.
I don’t know what to make of it.
I’d much rather see your face. I wonder, will you one day return to me? Oh Peter, my sweet Peter. I miss you.
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Mysterious and so atmospheric, Laurie
Thank you Neil!
Lovely continuation of the story. I always find the end where the children have to grow up terribly sad!
Oh same!
Wow. There’s a back story hiding here. Well done, Laurie.
Thank you !
Forgiveness takes time.
Indeed!
He’d have to grow up, but still, a sweet gesture. You create a great atmosphere of wonder and knowing.
Thank you. I guess we all have to grow up sometime.
So magical. I loved that!
Thank you!
Dear Laurie,
So is this Peter Pan? Lovely and magical story either way.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes, sort of a … what happens years later. Thank you!
Oh, I think I would put a surveillance camera on that spot and solve the mystery. Either that or move. That would give me the creeps!
Ooooooo now there’s an idea. I wonder what it would see?
🙂
I so love this one! It’s a mystery that I don’t know if I would want solved… then again…
Right? To solve or not to solve is the question.
Indeed!
A mystery indeed. An intriguing story. Jonathan Creek is an expert in cases like this. Maybe he can help.
Oh yes! I love him haha well he might very well be able to solve the magical impossible mystery but I kinda like the magic of not knowing