A re-post from 2015… “If it’s not a mine…” Laura says; “what is it?” Toby shakes his head. “Dunno. It sort of looks like a mine, though. Dad was saying about the war and that. Maybe we should report it, or something?” “Oh, yes, it looks like a mine!” Laura mocks. “Like you’d know…
A Place that was Ours. Chapter Six – Nel Kershaw.
Sue Crabtree stood in the shadow of the bridge with the river at her back, pale in t-shirt and jeans, and when she saw me she brushed her ringlets of hair back from her face, so nothing should hide her solemn expression, her downcast eyes. She did not smile. “They know what we did.” …