Secret Serendipity
“Red sky at morning, shepherd’s warning” her Grandpa used to say. The western skyline was surely red before sunrise and not from the dawning of a new day. The wildlife…
The Hut
She could make out just one of the corners of the hut as she strode on the now familiar track. She had read with horror the loss of the Hut…
Hopeless
There was a long sigh as she wiggled deeper into Nana’s musty chair, searching for the hugging warmth in the early morning cool. It was the only piece of furniture…