character and plot

In time the last pod came and the last pea went and I stood, brushed my skirts off, stretchedand walked a few paces away from the homestead. Strange toknow that there were trees out there as far as the eye could have seen – if not for thatthickfog fallen across the world like a curtain.

Asound –metallic– out there in the unseen. I froze – ears straining into the gloom – eyes scanning uselessly

Beingin your own company in a sunny garden with a deep well makes for power, butbeing alone in the g...