Like A Stone: Time & Place

Lillian dressed then stole down the stairs and out the hotel’s side entrance to make her way down to the harbour. She crushed the wild fennel that lined the path, releasing its pungent smell into the soft gauze of the morning air. Ridges of grey pebbles and clumps of driftwood fringed the tide-line. Gulls bobbed... Continue Reading →

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