He turned his gaze to the rest of the complex, and for the most part, it appeared the same as always. Except, that is, for one specific area. It was quite apparent that only his shrubs had been pruned and flower beds weeded. Furthermore, although he couldn't explain why, the vegetation around his condo seemed somehow brighter, more alive than the rest.
“And this all happened today?" This had something to do with him and the faerie world, he was sure, but for the life of him, he couldn't think of why.
“Yes. Friday was just like every other day, but when I come back this morning, I notice all these changes. Why nobody tell me I'm supposed to take care of the woods?" Logan dry-washed his hands as he stared into the trees. “Miss Wilkinson, she say when she walk her little Mr. Murphy early th
