A Short Story by Keith Nelson Bird song whistled faintly from the woods by the well-worn footpath. Peering through the trees, nothing was visible but the shadows of the branches; opposite the woods lay a pasture of grazing sheep. They stood staring at him dumbly. He stopped, staring back at them. They judged him. “It’s … Continue reading Winchecombe Way
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