The track she was following curved and swerved through ancient trees and undergrowth, muffling the sound of a gurgling stream until she passed a gap. Pushing through tangles of brambles, she glimpsed sunlight sparkling on water and slid down the bank in her haste to reach it. A river coursed through the forest and, just […]
Tag: Pantry of Prose
Stitching Wichita
She had spent all her adult life holding a needle and thread. She had sewed and embroidered all her trousseau and her wedding dress by hand; stitched up holes in shirts and overalls; darned her stockings and his socks until her eyes smarted. Every evening, the needle in her fingers went up and down, like […]
When the Garden Calls
When I was younger, I used to enjoy being on the move, travelling to new places, revisiting ones I’d fallen in love with, and spending time with family and friends. These days it’s a struggle to get out of the village! I feel comfortable in the greenness and timelessness of where I live, but sometimes […]
Pollarded Bay
Over the years, I had grown from a tiny shrub into a tall bay tree, glossy and proud. I was home to various families of small birds, which fed on my berries, kept me company and amused me with their chattering and flittering in and out of my branches. Then came axe and saw, and […]
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