Winter comes to Reney's small valley.

Gloomy, the village was dull, monotonous with old-fashioned brass instruments, the nineties radio sounded familiar creaking sound. The green grass was covered by white snowflakes, the branches quietly wrapped themselves in a rough shell. Mrs. Prampey is cheerful, dynamic and quiet, sitting embroidered flowers by the fireplace, quietly telling the myths of neighbors.

Nestled in the wilderness, Florence wakes up from a damp wooden bed. The darkness enveloping the room made her feel comfortable. Today, she lost her sleep. The dream of Lairy surrounded Florence, trapped her in the cage of sin, causing her to be irritated.

Opening the door to the faint sunlight of the sun, in front of the door she had two more white flowers. Florence sighed, Donkrey set up a frenzy. When will they end this monster joke? Why is a virgin girl disgusted here?

Florence walks out of her windswept house, heading for the Hondey house in a wooded, white-washed forest. She knew Florish's beloved brother was waiting for her. Donkrey and Florish, like two hunting dog, prowl in the bushes, waiting for his prey to snatch. But she remembered Hondey, remembering her dearly affectionate smile after two months. And above all, Florence has something to tell her about her dream.

Hondey is a doctor. Or rather, she is the lovers of the mad. She understands them, loves them, gives them a house to live. But who knows that she is also a madgirl.

Drunk, hidden behind the trees, under the dust in Reney who is not crazy!
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This is probably the first time Florence has encountered a freak accident at the Hondey House. Oh! The girl hugging the waist of the man, panting pacing up and down, swaying is not her? She is different than before. The pure white eyes stained a black of desire, the white arms fluttering with a blush of pink...

When she saw Florence, she just shyly smiled shyly, pushing the man trying to find something on his body. She wore a bib, apologized to the next person and led her out to the garden. She calmly poured her a glass of warm water and said:

- Florence, did you again dream dream of Lairy again?

She always have been understanding her worries and sorrows. Well loved, sheltered, asked as a mother anxious for her child.

- Mm. It kept covering me forever, making I irritated and irritated, Hondey.

- There is nothing serious about you. You just need to drink a glass of warm water and calm down, though it's been a long time. If you continue to be uncomfortable, I will spend some time to help you, my friend. Well, Florish today does not come with you? - Using large round eyes, glittering, waiting for her answer, Hondey asked

- You ask that crazy name? He is the reason why I was dreaming of something strange. Do not ask him anymore. I wish he would died soon.

Hondey seemed a bit regretful, then giggled as if to understand:

- That's right. In addition to Florence here everyone is 'crazy' at all. But I like people as 'crazy' as much as he does. Oh! I wish I was dressed in Florish cherished on a thin chiffon bed.

Then she jumps out of the chair, playfully entered the house covered with roses, not forget to wink at her. Florence follows Hondey's shadowy backdrop. She tells Florence is normal, she is normal? Florence is not really sure. Only thing, she knew she was special and also the most monstrous in the village of the 'crazy'. Because Florence does not belong here. She belonged to the legendary fairy tale people often told each other in the village.

-To be continue-

This is Alivia's first time writing stories. If anything goes wrong, let's help me to fix it! The story is in English and Vietnamese. Thanks for reading my lines. May you continue to follow the story?