Last year around this time I shared a Christmas short story I’d written. This year I’d like to share a touching short story written by a blogging friend of mine, Michael Bruton. His story has atmosphere, magic and the kind of sentiment I associate with this time of year. Please visit and enjoy the story!
Lizzy stood at the window; she smiled through the tears that now trickled freely down her cheek. She watched her young son, Gavin, her only child, as he ventured out along the garden path into the snowy Ceredigion morning. The sky was a deep winter blue, and the fresh, chilly wind blew the few stubborn […]
Read the full story here: via THE TERKEL — Storkwrite