In Media

Published Apr, 2020

 

A hill rises at the edge of a small village, its vigil unending. Upon its crest sits a cottage, its wooden walls cracked and curled and its thatched roof crumbled with age. A young boy, just grown into his hand-me-down trousers, stood before the door. His hand was raised in front of him, preparing to knock, but he found himself hesitating.