Darkness in Waitomo

This is a work of fiction. “You’re done with your painting, Will?” Shelly asks. “Yes, I’m done. Just final touches,” I tell Shelly. “I don’t know how you manage to make such beautiful paintings all the time,” she says. “It’s all thanks to your descriptions,” I say. Shelly laughs and I feel a glow inContinue reading “Darkness in Waitomo”