Heathen

I don’t like it here. Something evil, terrible, will happen to her here, near the dark forest, in his alehouse, in the pond, by the old oak tree.

‘Wake up, girl! Look who’s come to see you…’

‘It’s stories like this that make me understand just how much I still have to learn as a writer. Remarkable,’ reader, Canada.

Main Photo: Julia in 1644 (painting)