The Garden

Christy giggled, her voice light as she asked, "David… have you ever heard of the Garden of Eden?"

David smiled. "I’ve heard stories—about a bad apple and paradise lost. But our garden? Every fruit here is sweet enough for pie filling." He squeezed her hand.

She leaned against him on Skyland’s edge, their feet swinging over open air—their private cliffside bench where dreams took root more easily than seeds in frozen soil.

 8/28/2026 5:04 PM

Author Jack W. Horn