Something that doesn’t belong
Using her fingers, Linda brushed past lower leaves, parting branches to peer into the thorny bushes. The streetlight barely reached this corner, so she leaned in close. There, tucked between roots and hidden by fallen leaves, was something out of place. A smooth, oddly shaped rock sat quietly, its presence unnatural in her familiar garden. Her stomach tightened as she realized this object didn’t belong in her sanctuary.
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