My hot fantasy 2
Lena stood for another moment at the corner, her coat collar pulled up against the fine rain. The stranger had long since disappeared into the darkness, but his soft tone echoed in her mind, as if he had touched something in her that she hadn't noticed before.
When she arrived home, she put down her umbrella, closed the door – and suddenly felt how quiet the apartment was. Too quiet. She searched for an explanation for the strange feeling in her chest, but found none. So she made herself a cup of tea, sat down by the window, and gazed out at the shiny streets below.
Then her gaze fell on something:
On the windowsill lay a small, dark object. A pendant, teardrop-shaped, made of black stone – one she had never seen before. As she picked it up, it felt warm, even though her f****rs were cold.
Lena furrowed her brow. Had the stranger…? No. Impossible. Or was it?
(Feel free to tell me how it would continue for you ;) )




