The Meadow, A Gentle Short Story Of Love And Lust
This wildflower meadow has been my happy place since I was a boy, chasing cowboys and Indians endlessly through the long grass and flowers. Woods surround the meadow on three sides, while the river defines the bottom edge. The towpath leads back to a small car park a few hundred yards away, frequented by picnickers in the daytime and lovers after dark. After fifteen years of marriage, two children, career changes and all...