Anna pushed again and again but the gate didn’t budge. With hands on her hips, she stepped back and surveyed the massive iron monstrosity.
Inviting sounds and smells were still wafting plentifully through the barrier. So she stepped forward and began digging through the thick vines in an effort to see inside. But when she moved one vine, another blocked her view. The heavy tangle won it’s victory when it drew blood.
Standing back once more in frustration, she covered her wound and stared at the stubborn contraption. It wasn’t fair after taking such risk, that she would be kept from the final goal simply by not being able to open the gate. Continue reading THE CASTLE, part two