Angelina Kenny Writer, Website The greenery called to me, flirtatiously swaying above the wall.   At first I’d resisted; I’d already wasted enough time, wandering in circles. But something nudged me forward. Creakkk . The metal gate squeaked in protest, as I stepped into the garden.   Ferns fanned out against vast trees; sunlight peeking through the gaps, lighting the cobblestone paths, dust motes swirling golden in the morning air. I paused, capturing the noisy chirps of ch