Into the Woods (4)

In a blur, Olly was whisked away, down narrow alleyways, over slippery cobalt stone pavements. Tiny windows with yellow glows whooshed past them, with occasional tea shops and bakeries shutting shop for the day around one corner or the other. Grams’ hand never left hers in all that time, and behind them, Grandda was forever... Continue Reading →

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