She’d looked on so many unlovely places in her life, but this was as lovely as anything she’d ever dreamed, unfortunately it was a deception.
The beautiful flowers perfume burnt ones nostrils, the shrubs bore leaves which tore the skin and barbs which poisoned the flesh and the water was toxic. Anything which touched it died on contact.
Anne stared at the seeming paradise, it was enough to make most girls run, but she wasn’t any girl.
Anne turned to her Uncle and smiled sweetly, “Thanks Uncle, but your services are no longer required.”
She pushed him into the water.
© Deb Whittam 2020