Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story

… And, a horse was foaled, one windy day late into winter. Of this day, a frightened mare, thought only of the wind: the strong gale that rattled her wooden barn and kicked up small cuts of hay into the air like dust lost in dance. She will remember this wind not for its strength … Continue reading Up round where things start and end- A Horse’s Story →

Up round by the farm on the hill

George Halthorpe heaved against the still weight of his broken wagon. This simple cart had survived nearly 10 years of pottering to and from the farm, and although the left wheel had a bit of a wobble about it, George was rather attached to the old thing. With a thunk, and a twinge in his … Continue reading Up round by the farm on the hill →