A short story.
‘It was late summer, and the lichen covered oak trees that towered over Pastel Peaks were just starting to turn yellow when I first found you there. Relaxing under the rusty parasol of the spinning teacups, and feasting on some stolen supermarket bread that — like most of the surroundings there — looked like it had seen better days.’
My latest short story, Pastel Peaks, is now up on my substack 🎠
















