The Passing of Jonathan
Spring
By Andrew Hawnt
Jonathan Spring was
freezing, but he had to endure a little longer.
He had watched the full
moon for hours as it passed across the sky, and had marvelled at the
strange weather conditions that had cast the world in hues of magenta
and deep blues as night conceded to the first slivers of morning.
Jonathan glanced down
at the heap of clothes, his
Published on November 16, 2020 02:36