Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 1) Flutter
Deep green moss clings tightly to the stout cobblestone walls of the small country cottage. Variegated ivy cloaks the tall chimneys jetting up through the roof as well as the large thick trunks of the aged trees standing nearby. There is a peaceful feeling to this place unlike any other location Nadja has visited before. Her strong craving to escape the cold world she has grown to despise, has led her here where she hopes to reassess her goals and rebuild her self-confidence. Solitude in all aspects is her desire.
Walking up the thin gravel path, her dark hair flowing out from under a tan sun hat, Nadja holds an old-fashioned brown suitcase in her right hand. It has the appearance of an aged travel trunk from the nineteen twenties, which is her favorite era in time. As a total contradiction, a navy blue backpack stuffed so full the zipper appears it might break, is snug against her back. The dust from the gravel path is collecting on her brown boots, which bothers her a little, but then again she could care less. The wildflowers along the edge of the walk have dried to a golden brown scattering seeds from their stems as she brushes by them.
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