The Trust Polka

Reflection_by_Jorden_Esser_CC_not_for_commerceThis is a story washed up by the tide and written in shells and seaweed…

Birds from a different sea called outside The Garret. The pilgrim woman went down, opened the door and stepped out onto a busy wharf. Nearby, tall houses with pointed roofs stood in two rows like sets at the start of a dance. Green and red, blue and orange; their timbers and window frames shone with bright paint. Continue reading