The Robin, The Witch and The Garden

Magic moments can happen when your plans get scuppered.

It was drizzling. Steadily. Not hard enough for cause to complain. But enough to slowly soak through if you stay in it for long enough.

I’d dropped my car off at its doctor for an overdue service. Walked to the town’s only coffee shop for something warming.

Then, I planned to head for the nearby library armed with my tablet and catch up on emails and the internet until it was time to collect it.

The perfect way to while away unexpectedly free hours. And the library had good Wifi.

Except, it was Wednesday. The day the library was closed.

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So I stood in a doorway, answered some emails. Read a few articles. And felt as grey and miserable as the soft rain around me.

I pulled up my hood and walked a bit. Past the church, the shut library, the bank, the supermarket. A soggy park too wet to welcome me.

Just killing time. Much as it was killing me.

Then I saw a sign I’d never noticed before. Community Garden. It was small and almost hidden, tucked between some desolate-looking buildings.

Curiosity piqued, I followed it.