A Travelling Path/Graceful

“Don? Come in have some breakfast.”

“My house….”

“Come on.”

The remnants of his house smoldered as the sunlight touched the tree tops with its graceful butter-colored rays. Don Getts and his sister, Lucinda, went inside a small cottage across from the burning one. This one was owned by Lucinda and it was much cozier.

Don sat down in an armchair and Lucinda (or Lucy, as she went by) went to get breakfast. Putting their money together, they weren’t what one would call “wealthy”. Don’s meal was last night’s dinner: stale tomato soup. He drank it six gulps. But on the seventh gulp, he spluttered pale red liquid everywhere.

“You too!”

“What?”

Don stood and walked to the window. It was charred and burnt. “The goblins! They tried to burn your house as well!”

“Oh yes! I had gotten up to fetch an extra quilt (the night was a chilly one), when I saw flames in the win- what are you doing?”

“We’re leaving. Its not safe. Someone wants us dead.”

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