She was motionless, curled up beneath borrowed clothes. Bitter cold somehow found its way to her pale hands, so she tucked them closer to her body. Continue reading “Ash.”

“…. and that’s when I told him to pay for the hole in the roof!”

Both ladies, young and old, burst into laughter. Despite this being the hundredth time his wife had told the story, Ed couldn’t help but chuckle either. Continue reading “Golden Fields.”

The cold wind blew gently across the table, strewing the wisps of steam that were rising from my morning tea. Continue reading “The Station.”