100wc week 19 Misal

Agatha was lying down in a beautiful field of dark buckwheat.  The black fringe on her dress blending with the edible crop.  The smell of burnt eggs flooding anybody’s nose in a mile radius.  There was a building behind the field that housed the eggs.  The house was a beautiful hue of cotton candy pink.  The inside had a kitchen, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a single flickering light bulb. Agatha was washed away in her own bright red blood.  The one story house was hard to hide in. There was a man in the house, but she lived alone.

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