“The birds have stopped singing. As I knew they would.”
The Silence
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“She wakes with a pounding head and a feeling of gloom, the shadows beneath her eyes the colour of rotting plums.”
The Colour of Dreams
“They called her Maggie. Not because that was her name. She was called Rose.”
Buttons
“When they had finally moved in, it became a trickster, opening windows in pouring rain and exhaling occasional crows from the fireplace.”
Deep Breath
“He inhaled the sound of animals breathing in the undergrowth.”
The Sounds
“He gave the dog a piece of sandwich and smiled a rarely used smile.”
The Fisherman
“Her daughter, with her impossibly dark hair and eyes spilled from ink, pointed to the sky.”
The Girl Who Could See More
“He was older than the songs they had sung, passing the words from mouth to mouth as the generations moved like grains of sand through fingers.”
Watching
