PROSE: Taking the Long Way Round " Sophie Alice Acton
He'll take the low road, he said. And he'd get to Scotland afore me. Stupid of me not to realise what that meant. I stop, take off my cap, rake my fingers through my hair. I look back across the hills, towards where I'd buried him, beside the road, under a cross made from sticks.
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PROSE: Taking the Long Way Round
So it's been, like, a month since I've posted anything to my website, and that was a diatribe on the concept of stories vs reality. It's high time I posted some prose. Here is a story about a young man walking home.