“The curve of orange sun nudged the horizon and inched its way above the pea-green fields that quilted King’s County. Silhouetted against it, a young man crouched on a turn of track that emerged from the woods. The flat of his hand lay buried beneath the grass bordering the roadside. With eyes closed and head bowed, he whispered three words to the dark earth that cooled his palm. “For you, Micheál.”
From ‘Serenity Song’ – included in the showcase
