NOTE – just TWO more days after today. 🙂
Today’s 3words are: Partridge, Icicles, Peace.
And my ongoing story is…
He braced himself for the infamous ICICLES chasing up his arm, and his breath fading like a PARTRIDGE-in-a-pear-tree…
“What?” he mumbled, annoyed, but wondering why he was bothered if he was dying. And yet his heart was at PEACE. And not in the anticipated bad way.
The life-stealing pain hadn’t manifested.
He opened his eyes to complain, question or shout at his visitor, but he wasn’t there. Barry called as he sat up, but the little elfinixie had vanished.
Barry took a couple of longer breaths, testing himself, almost smiling at the lack of discomfort.
Somebody knocked at the door.