The Toadstool

He thought it was strange how often she talked about the toadstools outside their house. He thought as he drove by, that maybe she was eating as many as she was visiting. But that was before he saw the flutter of wings behind a mushroom stalk, and a brief view of arms, of legs… and of a face peering at him.

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