Chapter 4. Orchard house

A shadow slowly descended on the orchard house. Infinite stately columns, like strong arms, held back enormous blurry glass, not letting them shatter in a hundred of small pieces. A grid of cross-bars span like cobweb up to the very roof, creating a safe dome for those who were inside. She strolled along the beautiful plants, ready for sleep. She tiptoed, absolutely soundlessly, afraid to disquiet them. Her thin fingers glided down the shelves, deftly going round the inhabitants of this orchard house. Every night she came here and weaved between languidly spread leaves. She tried to understand why it was here, at the place hidden from world, that she felt so cosy. It seemed that only here...View all