WIP Wednesday
A little snippet from the next chapter of To Stand Before the Storm:
John stared at the ocean that spread out in front of him. The clouds had cleared away to another lovely day. The ocean was a glittering blue and the land was that impossible green again, the black stone of the ruins standing out crisply against the lush grass. The seals were back out on the beach, looking like floppy boulders from this distance. John could spy a few boats on the horizon, heading along the Dingle peninsula, most likely. The island was remarkably silent, and the only sounds he could hear were the rustling of the grass in the wind and the hiss of waves along the rocks. The din of sheep bleating in the field. Bleating bleating bleating.
John narrowed his eyes.
The sheep were bleating rather a lot, actually.
The chapter will post on Sunday! Thanks for sticking around!
