A Hollow Stone
Bill the blunt lens grinder hates noise, especially laughter. He’d rather sit at home cutting glass than feast with his friends. But what if he actually got what he wanted? Would Bill really be happy alone?
“He dusted himself off and placed the wine in his apron’s pocket. Then he headed for the village’s gate, which was taller than a tree and wide open. He was sure that the song was about him, so he grumbled to himself to drown out the words. Yet he couldn’t have been more wrong, for the song was about the sun.”
A Hollow Stone is currently under consideration and remains unpublished.