DETECTORISTS by JOHNNY FLYNN. Story by Vin M
Every morning I ride a few minutes to my school crossing and park my bicycle under my Detectorists tree.
WIND OF CHANGE by SCORPIONS. Story by Jovan Ivancevic
A hand touches mine. Her eyes are red but she is smiling: “Put on the song. I want to listen.” The song replaces her mother. It gives shelter, hope and protection.