‘Do you know what a red sun means?’ asked Blu, tilting his head up to the sky and closing his eyes. ‘Not a clue.’ ‘Freedom,’ he breathed slowly, savouring each syllable. ‘A red sun means rain, Pip, glorious rain.’ Blu always hatched wild plans to get us out. I’m not sure if he actually wantedContinue reading “Freedom”
The Cottage
I return not long after the storm has passed. Ash still hangs in the air, dust covering the once-white snow. The cottage looks different now; hollow and fading. As though the storm took with it more than just the physical. I walk across its threshold for perhaps the first time. I had entered this cottageContinue reading “The Cottage”
Natasha Cox 