Authors notes: I used to have this dream about a strange world found down the bottom of my grandmothers garden, I remembered it recently and it’s been attempting to make me write it down ever since.

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Rose Cox sat outside in the orchard of her grandmothers large country house, she was playing with the blades of grass, pulling them from the ground and tarring them apart before throwing them up into the air like confetti.

Mourned at the house by her parents who had booked a very long and very expensive holiday Rose had only her brother Jonathan and elder cousin Odette for company.

Of course there was Grandma and the maid Jemima but they where adults! And one could never have a proper conversation with an adult; not that you really could with the other too either Odette spent all the time writing letters home to her sweetheart and Jonathan was playing with his tin soldiers which meant Rose had been left all alone to explore the big orchard.

Lying down she stirred up into the sky, it looked extraordinarily blue today.

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Gwynne lay upon the cold stone of the floor and looked up out of the little window in her cell.

The sky looked so blue today and she could hear upon the streets life going on with out her, she couldn’t understand how life managed to exist with her locked away in her.

How could people not need the music and the colour she brought to their lives? That her people brought?

The sky might look blue from here but Gwynne didn’t want to see it outside of the bared window of her prison because when she did it would be the last time she ever saw anything.

Gwynne didn’t fear death, but she did fear the hang mans rope.

TBC