Creative
Birdsong
“Can you hear the birdsong up above?”
Chicken
It was too quiet. I didn’t like it. As if a stopper had been pulled out on the whole world, and like a beach ball it was collapsing in on itself, breathless, with gaudy colours blending into one another and fading. There were none of the gentle hums of the morning I knew from Shropshire. […]
