Iris trudged across Salisbury Plain, eyes downcast with fatigue so that she’d not seen the wonder looming before her until she was nearly upon it. She’d heard of the Henge, even seen pictures of it, but was not prepared for the massive, solemn splendor among which she now found herself. She suddenly felt very small.
Friday, September 01, 2006
55 Fiction Friday
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