fantasy

Cal’s the calm twin. Always had been. So when he whispered “Oh SHIT”, I looked up. Despite struggling with an angry goat and balancing on a bucking raft which had felt plenty big enough when we planned this stunt.

As a child I spent hours reaching, trying to touch the fluffy, frolicking clouds. Then I learned that living clouds nested in the mountains...

“Never look a crow in the eyes”, I was told as a child. “They steal away souls. They’ll lay death upon you, then eat your ghost before it reaches the After.”