Act Two Chapter twenty five
Gloria’s Fine Shot
-’Shut up and listen you stupid cow.‘-
Merri and Gloria had heard the announcement, and turned into a narrower path, in the direction of the darkening cliff.
A few late bees were zooming, the first moths fluttering out.
Bright orange rays were fading out in the trees on their left, while the first eastern moonbeams, lit up a thin curtain of mist, curling white through the willow coppice saplings. View full article »