A Story For Sunday: Small Miracles by Liam Sweeny

SpelkLiam Sweeny is over at Spelk Fiction with Small Miracles.

‘The sun was dripping down the canvas of the pale sky, dragging dusk through the gnarled fingers of the row of dead poplars lining the hedge past the field. Roy’s rough hands were stinging from splinters in the shovel handle.’

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