The night was new. Velvet had rolled across the sky as the flicker of candles filled the hills with a light that felt as though it had drawn a breath of quietude. The ambling valley of Huxley-shire seemed to be cradled by this night; a purple shade of memory that lingered upon the silver lined … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: As a Candle Burns Low
Month: November 2022
A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1
The echo of static, noise, light. And so, it was as it had ever been. A quiet town that had forgotten that sun lay below as dark clouds coiled endlessly across the coastline. A heavy grey seafoam lapped against the wood covered beach in languid pall as the grey rock of the harbour stood next to … Continue reading A Place of Fog and Morning: Part 1
The Copperpot Inn: On Millers and Highwaymen
Two friends sat by a flour cart in a dampened glade of hanging willow and watched as the distant sun made its way for the lantern of the moon. The day became warm as the rain slackened, and a soft light now filtered down into the grassland, moving about the shadows gently as if it … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: On Millers and Highwaymen
The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 3
A small scream was barely audible over the heavy tumble of the rain that fell in puddles upon the farmstead of the Dryfords. It was a laughing scream, an oscillating wail of such conflicted emotion that many ears would have scarcely believed it to have come from the small rat clutched in the talons of … Continue reading The Copperpot Inn: A Tax-collector Approaches part 3
Sunday Short Stories 