(Possibly the first in a series of drabbles named after R.E.M. songs, if I ever manage to finish any of the others.)

The second Jess got a bit of peace and quiet, she’d shut her eyes and think about that house in Devon- the sun shining through the leaves of the willow tree in the garden, the wood panelling with the funny-looking markings, the big brass knocker on the door.  Whenever something had gone wrong in her life, she’d imagine going back to that house and staying there for a while, and letting its natural power mend her life.  So she went back there, back to Auntie Rose, the old lady who’d told them stories all those years ago, and poured her heart out.  It was only when she looked down at her hand and saw only part of the wood panelling that Jess realised she’d been tricked.