The Leaf - WEDNESDAY FICTION

A timeless message of holding on to one’s dreams

The autumn wind whispered secrets through the town of Brooksville, carrying with it the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of change. Nestled at the edge of the town was an old, abandoned house, its once-beautiful looks, now cloaked in ivy, weeds and memories of a bygone era. To the townspeople, it was simply “the old Johnson place,” but to Lucy, it…