I'm currently reading Crooked Cross by Sally Carson (Persephone Books). It's Spring 1933, the madman is at the controls. And within a single family the rupture lines are forming. Obedience to the message, the flag and the uniform. This is where it all begins...
Your poem what if really spoke to me.
I'm currently reading Crooked Cross by Sally Carson (Persephone Books). It's Spring 1933, the madman is at the controls. And within a single family the rupture lines are forming. Obedience to the message, the flag and the uniform. This is where it all begins...
It’s a worrying trend these days