Green Man by Pam Muller
The idea of this story came from the real experience of Roger Ogilvie Crombie's (ROC) conversations with Pan. The rest is from my imagination.
Read MoreGreen Man by Pam MullerCategory 2021 SS Prompt 8: The Flowers
SS Prompt 8: The Flowers
Word count: 1800 words exactly
Deadline: 11 August 2021
Please do not post before the deadline.
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