Life (or is it Death?) continues at Wisdom Court. I hope you enjoy the first short story…
The Scent of Lavender
Eve turned her head from light pooled on the pillow, setting her blonde strands aglow. In her dream a bird on a pine branch called to another.
Chirp-chirp. Chirp-chirp.
A chill touched her face and she frowned.
Chirp-chirp.
She moved under the cotton blanket, pulled the blue folds over her shoulder.
Chirp-chirp.
A faint scent drifted past her nose and she saw fields of flowers behind her eyes. Her lips parted in a breath.
Chirp-chirp.
Would it never stop? Annoyance roused Eve into opening her eyes. As she blinked at the shadowy dark of the room, fragrance filled her nostrils.
She sneezed. Lavender? She brushed at her nose. Where could it be coming from?
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