Dreadnought and Thames
It juts out amongst the green and blue, bricks of progress. The trees have formed a sort of congress with the house; instead of the building beating back the branches, Mother Nature has enfolded it in her arms. The man stays near the water, hoping to go unnoticed by the trees. He knows he too will be engulfed by all the green, if he’s not careful
Jillian Bost
‘My stories offer a brief imagining of the subtle powers of nature.’
Jillian Bost has been writing stories for many years.
