Mauve wondered what lay behind the walls. The structure was heavily surrounded by briars, vines, and weeds that would leave welts on anyone who tried to make their way through them. Though many of the plants seemed native to the area, she couldn’t avoid the feeling that their placement and proliferation was intentional.
She saw no opening. The smooth walls were obviously water tight, and the pipe that drained into the small semi-circular pool hinted at some kind of reservoir. But who would build one and leave no means of entry? Why? Why in the forest?
“‘Tis magic water,” Mrs. Ainsley explained that night, wooden spoon stirring pots over the fire.
Was the old woman joking? Mauve couldn’t see her face.
“I would not drink it,” the enigmatic bed-and-breakfast hostess added. “Too potent. But rinse your feet in it if you wish. Been known to change some young folks’ fate.”
For Crispina’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
Oh, I love yours even more!
Wonderfully done (as usual)!
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And I love yours! So we’re twins! 😉
Thank you!
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Sweet!
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Oh I wonder what’ll happen once they face rinsed their feet. I loved your take
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🙂 Thanks Shweta! I wonder what will happen, too! 🙂 Perhaps what each needs changing and does not yet know it? 😉
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Like the idea of washing your feet in the water, rather than drinking it. Much safer
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Yeah, unless you want a dose of tadpoles and some bacteria and who knows what’s pee (or worse…) 😉
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Nice one.. thank you for making me laugh
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🙂 Yay! Laughter is magic, too!
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I agree with you and Dale being aligned. Two well told stories.
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Thank you, Bill! I loved Dale’s piece and I’m glad you liked mine. 🙂
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