Charlie’s Stones By L.R. Bonehill December 24, 2012 1 min to read There was a white glare on the garden; crisp and glittering. The blizzard had started around dusk, unexpected and fierce. Snow snapped and spun in the moonlight; fell in whipping sheets to coat the ground inches thick. Keep on reading… Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like this:Like Loading... Related