Petrichor. He told me that was the name of the smell after it rained.
There’s a lot Tillie doesn’t remember. They say it’s amnesia, that she hit her head in a crash. But when her isolated countryside house becomes haunted by a pair of ghosts, old memories come knocking.
Some doors must not be opened.
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I usually write YA. And these days, my stories are often inspired by fairy tales.
Yet Petrichor feels a bit more like it belongs in the adult category in terms of tone, and it’s about as far from my dragon-loving home as I’ve ever been.
So why did I write it? And why share it with you if it’s so different from what you can normally expect from me?
It’s because some stories show up on the doorstep of your mind and don’t rightly care who’s been there before them. Petrichor didn’t care that it wasn’t a fairytale. It showed up to be eerie, haunting, and perhaps a little thought-provoking.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading it!
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