Friday Fictioneers
This week’s photo shows a brick enclosure with an opening in the wall that looks like a large keyhole leading to another brick enclosure. Streaks of light seem to be coming through the perhaps grass ceiling. There are large stones on the ground and a bird bath in the right corner. It also looks like there are other little treasures on the ground.
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The Keyhole Garden
Nobody remembered who built it.
Hidden beneath tangled branches and drifting light, the little brick sanctuary had slowly been reclaimed by roots, moss, and silence. Children dared each other to step through the keyhole arch, convinced it led somewhere enchanted.
She laughed at the stories—until the day she entered alone.
Inside, the air felt strangely warm. Still. Waiting.
Birdsong vanished behind her.
At her feet lay tiny forgotten treasures: a marble, a rusted ring, a faded ribbon. Offerings, perhaps.
Then she noticed it—etched faintly into the far wall:
Only what is true may pass through.
© Maggie – The Afterlove Voice 💜
With love
— Maggie The Afterlove Voice 💫
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