Tag: J.N. Cameron

by J. N. Cameron ​​I cannot sleep because of the noise. Forays of sleet howl down the mountains and crash into the vale. Wattle walls shake, and the red clay cracks. Detritus snows from the ceiling, as wind whistles through the aperture high in the apex of our langhús.  “BLAHAHAHA…BLAHAHA!” the goats shriek and cause the…