Competition Twenty-One Highly Commended: Bees Fly
In moments of quiet respite I sat on the steps of our wood-weary porch listening to Grandpa’s rocker in all its tattered glory, creaking empty to the lull of a wistful breeze. No one else ever sat there. The sky, vacant white, hung low like a notice board waiting for words from God or […]
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