Short Story: Under the Sycamore Tree

She walked atop the ancient steadfast wall, layer upon layer of stone rugged and coarse under the wear of many years. The sky above her was dense with cloud, low and grey and threatening rain. Below and to the left of her feet, a sheer rock face fell away to rolling green land, tenacious bushes and wildflowersContinue reading “Short Story: Under the Sycamore Tree”