The Cottage

The sound of a broom sweeping was all that could be heard outside of the cottage. You were able to here the sound of sweeping there everyday, yet there never seemed to be anyone there, well, they certainly never left the house through the front door or else I would've saw them.

I was tempted to see if there was anyone there, but that would ruin the suprise wouldn't it. Perhaps it was a witch, working her magic or Snow White, sweeping for the dwarfs.

One day, I would be brave enough to face the cottage, the cottage that everyone in the village murmured about when they thought no child was listening.

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June 2014

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