A Gathering of Crows
Father Douglas solemnly stared at Dawn from his red leather wingback chair.
Dawn received comfort in the gentle sounds of Father Douglas’s voice.
-Are year goin’ to Doretha’s
The following silence was numbing.
‘-Me god’s’ said one.
‘-That be bad. Said another.
A third silently wept in shock.
For a moment, there was silence.
When she came around she found herself in the warm surroundings of the rusted brown ochre of the church hall.
(c) adh 2017
Andrew David Hunt (1967 - present) was born in the U.K county of West Sussex. From a very early age, he had a love of reading and writing fantasy and fiction.
Despite having been diagnosed with both dyslexia and dyspraxia late in life, he went on to attain a Ba-honours in English language and literature. He has written and self published a collection of short stories entitled "Dark Whispers" a screenplay of R.L. Stevenson's "the Beach of Falesá" as well as two books of poetry. "sequential creation" and "the little book of sonnets". He currently resides in the UK county of Devon.
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