Chapter 7 Segment 5 of the Sentient She Shed
The light was different now.
Not brighter.
Wider.
The Shed hummed—not with effort, but with ease.
The mascots didn’t speak.
They smiled.
On the far wall, the tapestry stretched—new threads weaving themselves in quiet arcs.
A scroll appeared on the table.
Blank.
Waiting.
Lila didn’t rush to fill it.
She stood in the glow, heart steady.
The story wasn’t over.
It was hers to continue.
Prompt:
What story are you ready to write next?