Today thousands gathered at Stonehenge to watch the sunrise, cheering as it rose between the Neolithic stones, launching the Northern Hemisphere into the longest day of the year, the summer solstice.
Quite the stark contrast to the Southern Hemisphere, where the winter solstice started for me only after sleeping through my alarm for an hour and a half.
Truth be told I didn’t even realise it was the solstice until reading through my twitter feed. But, once I found out, the thought of posting the short story I’d only just finished a few days ago, aptly named Winter’s Break, was too tempting to ignore. So today I rushed through an edit in order to get it up here in time for the Long Night.
It’s something a bit different for me, a simple story with flowery prose and a passive-depressive tonal palette that warms and melts as the story progresses, mirroring the breaking of winter.
You can read Winter’s Break here.