The War Gift
A short story by Vanessa Jones
Nov 2 · 6 min read

The peaky walls of Kazia’s room were the colour of cardboard, similar to the type of boxes that she’d seen Mr Nowak use in his store. The only wall that faced the street was adorned with a small window which held a picture of the square below; amass with ratty pigeons surrounding a mossy water fountain that had been inactive since the war began.

