Nothin’ Shakin’ But The Leaves On The Trees

The first icy tendrils of winter slithered through the distant gumtrees and across the battered farm, so Father clutched the woman he loved just a little closer. They sat together on the balcony, wrapped in a thick blanket, with a spectacular array of stars opening up before them. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be … Continue reading Nothin’ Shakin’ But The Leaves On The Trees