Down by the creek, a dark figure moved in the mist. From the door of her drystone cottage, the crofter watched it curiously. A long day’s work called softly on the wind that brought leaves rustling down from hard, dry fields above. The crofter sighed as she thought of fieldstone walls still unbuilt, their rocky parts still buried in their native soil. She gathered her tools, humming softly.
“Start with Stones”
Start with Stones: collected stories, Overcast
About the story: If you look for magic under rocks, you might find something you don’t expect.