When the Lyrebird Calls, by Kim Kane
The sun had sneaked out from behind the clouds, and sparkles from the shoes bounded about the grass. Madeleine looked back up. the girl crossed her arms. ‘I was not enquiring after the shrubs, she said imperiously. ‘I want to know what you are doing in Bea’s dress slippers.’ Madeleine is not impressed at being … Continue reading When the Lyrebird Calls, by Kim Kane
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