The Wild Rose of Kilgannon
“HOME, THERE WERE TIMES I ’ D THOUGHT I'd never see it again. The air was cold this winter morning, and the sun glinted off the water, turning it from sapphire to silver. Above us the mountains loomed deep blue against the pale sky; white clouds scudded overhead. And the bare branches of the trees reminded me that this was the season of death. So much death.
All those months, when I had dreamed of coming home, I'd assumed we would all be together. If we were wise, we would visit those who we...re still here, and the grave, and then we'd leave, away in the dark like the criminals we'd become. I glanced at the blond man standing so quietly next to me, then gripped the rail of the Mary Rose and watched us turn into the inner loch. And a few moments later, as we sailed around the headland, there it was, the most beautiful home on earth. The dark stones rose into the sky, the roof of the keep pointing at the clouds. The gulls overhead called their welcome to us. Kilgannon.MoreLess
All those months, when I had dreamed of coming home, I'd assumed we would all be together. If we were wise, we would visit those who we...re still here, and the grave, and then we'd leave, away in the dark like the criminals we'd become. I glanced at the blond man standing so quietly next to me, then gripped the rail of the Mary Rose and watched us turn into the inner loch. And a few moments later, as we sailed around the headland, there it was, the most beautiful home on earth. The dark stones rose into the sky, the roof of the keep pointing at the clouds. The gulls overhead called their welcome to us. Kilgannon.MoreLess
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