Nymph Stories

The cabin had sat for years uninhabited, but not untended. Someone had kept the foliage in check, the grass trimmed, the hedges kept and the flowers able to thrive without the threat of weeds overtaking them. This area showed many hours of love, care and maintenance although no one had been hired to do it. The grounds were kept with the love and care that only a true nature lover would be willing to donate, but there was supposedly no one at the home.....

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This poor story is one I really want to work on but have re-started it so many times I have almost given up. The whole idea is endearing and sweet to me and i know if I could just get the beginning right the rest would just flow out.

The idea is a romance story. It's of an older blind widow who retreats to her husbands hunting cabin upon his death. She learns to live beyond her grief with the grounds caretaker who is not quiet human. What follows is love that cannot be denied and a second chance for a woman who married young to a tyrant of a man, bore his children and was left wondering if she was a 'real' person.