Writing Prompt #1030


“It’ll be a gala,” she declared. “Saturday evening, at twilight, but wear boots. We’ll be visiting the woods.”

“Why the woods, my lady?” Her maid asked with the slightest tremble in her voice.

She was only met with a brief smile. “Well that would just ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?”

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