The prompt: ‘But where do dit go?’ She shouted.
That night the clock struck 12 as the mysterious black hooded figure swept through the room, silent and sly like a fox. Swoosh went the shadow dancing across the floor. Under every bed and desktop, through every cabinet and drawer until there was only one room left. The master’s bedroom. The sleeping master was tossing and turning and when she turned to face the figure the precious diamond ring slipped off her finger. And like that, he was gone. The screams bellowed through the night: “But where did it go?” She shouted “And who took it?” And until this day the question remains.
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