Sci Fi, Short stories

The Contemplative Nature of a Park Bench

2 January, 2023 I don’t recognise the voice, but I hear it shimmering in the trees, peeping out and getting carried away like the mutterings of passers-by.  He sneaks among little autumn leaves that crumple into the soil. Perhaps the wind will rustle them, make that woodland sound. It’s as if you can hear the… Continue reading The Contemplative Nature of a Park Bench