Daily Writing Blurb

He bent down over the small girl, looking up at him with wide eyes and an even wider smile, and handed her a single solitary rose from his garden. She thanked him, and glanced around the hall that was to become part of her home. He watched her, slightly nervous, but she seemed to accept the somewhat gloomy nature of the hall. "Can I see my room?" 

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Art: Svetoslav Petrov.