Ice Flowers

Another calf had died. It was Kauffman, his neighbour to the north, who’d found it. The calf had been dead at least a week, there wasn’t anything left of use. ‘Ok,’ Wilton said. ‘I’ll make a note of it.’ ‘It’s winter. You’re aware of that?’ ‘I certainly am.’ He held out his gloved hand to … Continue reading Ice Flowers