Art & Stories

    Stories: The Broken Apple

    Image from Pixabay

    I felt like a fraud. But you know what they say – fake it till you make it.

    If I could trace it all to a beginning, it was probably that morning in spring. I was watering the plants and feeding the chickens as I normally did. When I walked towards the orchard to check on the apple trees, I noticed a figure running in a distance. It was odd, because we didn’t usually expect anyone, especially not at this house. Continue reading