The Word Cloud

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A paranormal piece? Angels maybe?

The scrap of paper escaped Karina's pocket and floated away to the grass. The wind caught it up with the leaves and away they travelled.
"Have you got it?"
"Of course, here it is ..." Karina's face became heavy with fear and horror; her legs couldn't hold the weight and she collapsed.
"You've lost it! My god you stupid stupid girl."

Over to you.

'It's a bleedin' bit of paper!'

'Language, Amber!'

'No, Miss. This scrap of paper in the tree – look, it's bleeding!'

The piece of paper gave a high-pitched squeal of laughter as it escaped on a thermal, it's edges turning up in the warmth of the June sunshine. The coded spell it carried was now lost to Amber's grasp.