Friday Fiction (Short Story)

Please note, this story is NOT WORK SAFE and appropriate only for over 18s.

 

Beltane

She walks, Maiden of the Spring, across the sweet smelling grass on May Day. A hint of dew still glitters at this early hour, but the rising sun will soon dispel it. A blackbird chants its pleasure at the new day, and she looks up and smiles: they share the same joy. A Spring Maiden, soon to be a Summer Bride. She stands in the sunlight and waits. (Please click the text for more)

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