Culhwch
Lost Boy
Congrats to both mosaix and TE for topping the poll in February!
The stories...
The Song Is Life by mosaix
They sang at his Christening.
He sang in school, in church, at the football match and in the pub.
They sang on the boat to France and again, under enemy guns, on a Dunkirk beach waiting evacuation.
He sang at his wedding and they used to hold hands and listen to their song.
He sang at my Christening and at my son's.
He sang at my mother's funeral and I sang at his.
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AZARIAH by Teresa Edgerton
They found him starving outside the town gates. Worldly folk, they thought of little beyond the accumulation of wealth. But he sang to them, and their hearts beat not harder but … stronger. So they fed him on scraps, which was unaccustomed charity.
Always something troubled their minds, something their eyes refused to see, as he sang in that voice of aching purity.
They were worldly folk. Twenty years passed before anyone noticed his wings.
The stories...
The Song Is Life by mosaix
They sang at his Christening.
He sang in school, in church, at the football match and in the pub.
They sang on the boat to France and again, under enemy guns, on a Dunkirk beach waiting evacuation.
He sang at his wedding and they used to hold hands and listen to their song.
He sang at my Christening and at my son's.
He sang at my mother's funeral and I sang at his.
******
AZARIAH by Teresa Edgerton
They found him starving outside the town gates. Worldly folk, they thought of little beyond the accumulation of wealth. But he sang to them, and their hearts beat not harder but … stronger. So they fed him on scraps, which was unaccustomed charity.
Always something troubled their minds, something their eyes refused to see, as he sang in that voice of aching purity.
They were worldly folk. Twenty years passed before anyone noticed his wings.