Harry picked at the splinter that had burrowed its way into the palm of his hand, leaving a deep red welt in its wake.
Splinters – ‘Darkness’ #writephoto
Home is Distant – ‘Glisten’ #writephoto
“Do you think it’s far?” Henry asked as he pushed a soot stained finger through a hole in his coat, pushing the woollen threads wider apart.
Golden Rivers – #WritePhoto
“It’s ludicrous.” “It’s genius!” Tarr bellowed, triumphantly holding the wooden keg above his head as he waded in the shallow river waters..
