Ghostwing — Kenneth Steven

A short story about courage, love, and beginning to hope once moreDouglas misses his mother each and every day. When he finds an injured goose in the field next to his house, strange things begin to happen, things he would never have believed possible. Everyone else hated this time of year, the last bit of autumn. They moaned about it and wished it would be over. The fields were filled with ditches of water that reflected the grey sky. The far trees were almost invisible because they were misty; it was as though they were not there at all. It was true that every-thing was grey, but it was not true that it was boring and miserable. This was the most magical bit of the whole year, when anything might happen.