Stories – Andrew Chapman

Bone of My Bone, Flesh of My Flesh

Standing on the top of the ridge, Tom Willow saw the sun rise in the same way it set. His breath rose up in a cloud towards the autumn sky marked with red and orange. Miles and miles of the top of the world stretched out before him, trees standing upright like the old manContinue reading “Bone of My Bone, Flesh of My Flesh”