He found the remains whilst walking the dog after the storm. The dog, eager to be out now that the weather had improved, pulled him away from the pathway toward the brook. High winds had partially uprooted the old tree causing the bank to crumble, exposing roots, pebbles, and part of a human skull and upper arm clad in the thready remains of the familiar shirt. He stumbled home remembering Grandmother’s grief when Grandfather disappeared all those years ago and wondered why he had to be the one to find him so close to home. 


My first publish story.

From ‘Pod’ a Leaf Books anthology.

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