In a Frozen Field (2017) – Short Story

Where am I? Do my eyelids stick together or is it entirely dark? Have I gone blind? I can still smell it: a mixture of moss and disinfectant. It smells of illness, pain and freedom. It is the smell of being reborn once again, of saying goodbye just to be greeted by familiar faces –Continue reading “In a Frozen Field (2017) – Short Story”