‘Don’t go out on the moors,’ said the mistress of the house. She giggled and flounced away. For a long time, she didn’t, instead frowning out of the glitter-framed windows…
You are reading beneath an old oak tree when you hear it. Trilling, somewhere between a bird cry and a cricket chirp, coming first from your left and then from…
Thunder rumbled. He gazed out the window in frightened fixation. His was the only house around. Lightning struck the tree outside. When the storm passed, he ran out to mourn…
She sang to herself in the shade beneath a lone meadow tree, knitting needles clicking busily. Insects buzzed around the flowers, masking the voices of her unseen watchers. ‘Her voice…