One hot, late summer afternoon, three children playing down by the river thought they saw some frayed, sun-bleached cloth caught in the low hanging branches of an old tree. It was a tidal river and when the waters rode high, its leaves swirled in the light and bent to kiss the shimmering surface.
The cloth lifted in the breeze, and the children thought they heard the tinkling of stars. The eldest boy Titch decided to climb out and…
