Do Sheep Scream? by HJ Hampson
HEY WERE shown to a table by the window which offered a bracing view of the misty, green field-scape that stretched to infinity. Against the gentle clatter of cutlery and crockery and the murmured conversations of the other guests, she smiled across the table at Will. “Gorgeous view isn’t it.” Still adjusting to being out of the city, he smiled thinly back. ...click here to READ MORE