2006-04-20 2048 Writing: New story at The Grey Scribe: Silent River
- ‘since I was a child, my pa’s told me not to go down by the river. It ran at the bottom of the yard, past the orchard where the bees buzzed over the rotten apples and through the rough brambles where the big grey hare hid. It ran long and quiet and smooth. I heard it’s call though, silent and deep, booming through the night, calling me.