by V Rose Dahrke
Right, so I was in London last Monday, and I’m about to head up to Fotheringhay today so this may be all you get. However, this trip has given me a great idea for a bit of microfiction, which I plan to have up by the end of the week. It has to do with a question my grandmother asked as we were watching the sun set over the nearby fields:
Do you think there’s such a thing as a genetic memory? Do you think we remember the land?