A grave to remember

A short story written early to mark remembrance day. He asked why the flowers lay at the foot of the gravestone. All about them the wild wind whipped up flurries of leaves in its lament; a swirling storm of rusty oranges and muted browns twisting round trees and graves like an ever moving mist. TheContinue reading “A grave to remember”

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