The night shifted to grey, no sun to be seen, no warmth to
be felt. Footsteps echoed on the wooden planks of an old, abandoned house.
“Lila! Where did you run off to this time?” a man rasped though
he looked young.
At the broken down window, the descendent of Bastet stood
wise and proud.
This piece is an overachiever attempt for this week's 55-word challenge. Over achiever tries to use all three pictures in the piece.
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