The Windmill-My First Encounter
A Short Story
Displaced landscapes are what they call them.
Of course, I didn’t know that back then. I was too young, and we didn’t have twenty-four-hour access to all the information in the known world.
I was seven, the first time I found one. I hadn’t even realised at the time… You see, Mum and Dad had gotten into a big fight. They’d been arguing…