Eurydice Rising: In the Hall of the Dead
This is a “Write or Die” response to The Darkness Descending
A tiny robin trilled his cheery greeting from the whitewashed windowsill. His red breast thrummed in the soft, pearly glow of the new-born day.
Two bluebirds and a Jenny Wren warbled from the shelter of fat, pink buds in the nearby cherry tree. Their delicate harmonies…