roz coleman
Joined May 2021
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The Cardinal and the Dawn Chorus
It was almost dawn. From the window where he was standing, he could peer between the curtains and look up the wet lawn to where the gardener was hunched over flowerbeds at the boundary wall. Involved in some indeterminate activity perhaps fresh from the beehives, his shoulders were great sturdy chanterelles in the swirling mist, beside a wheelbarrow of cuttings.
By roz coleman2 years ago in Fiction