In Sheridan’s house, when everything was shaped and changed – they had missed something. Well, not really. On the window sill, there lied a pair of gloves, once as white as the snow. Now, they barely were dirty white, dust-covered, and there was a stain of ink on the left pair.
They held a lot of story, and right now – it’d be delivered.
Everything began when Mai Sheridan found them.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Choose Your Adventure.”