The note for The Story of Jasmine is from a scrap of paper, which mostly had crossed out words:
“What did you do?” Glynn shouted as he touched the stone statuary of the soldiers, which just a moment before had been men.
“It was not my doing!” Jasmine cried, turning pale, “it just happened — it’s the power of this place!”
The red-haired companion of Glynn’s began a hearty laugh, “And we thought she needed help!”
“But I do.” Jasmine replied softly.
© 2018 DARLENE
Note: This is another alternative version of events. The above must be among the first drafts.