Heather
@heatherdnorton.bsky.social
(she/her) | writer of speculative fiction short stories | words in Luna Station Quarterly | member of: https://manchesterspeculativefiction.com/ | 🖤
Brimham Rocks 2025
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
September 8, 2025 at 9:59 AM
Brimham Rocks 2025
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.
Stone trapped, swirling, grinding away layered years of millstone grit by the thousands. An age of glacial turbulence now quieted. Warm sun tussles with the early autumn breeze, disturbing last night’s pool of clear rain that wets the rock, holding the creep of lichen at bay.