‘On the Fence’ by Sharon Black
On the Fence The view’s not bad. Between the patchwork of prejudice and the roll of logic, on a clear day you can see right across to the Cairngorms, rising like indignation in the distance. No need for reason this high up. The grass is green whichever way you look. Sometimes I amuse myself with a test of balance: all the way to the sycamore … Continue reading ‘On the Fence’ by Sharon Black