Despite how fiercely the sun shone in the sky, the chill air cut at Morven and she pulled her coat closer against the chill. They definitely stood on the cusp of winter. That realisation brought with it another chill. Not from the weather, but from the memory of what would happen again that night. She had done well to keep it out of her mind all day, not least given how the images of it had intruded upon her dreams over the past week. Roaring flames, and rocks being fed to the fire, followed by the sight of her name fading away. Twice she had managed to awake before she caught sight of the rider, but even then the sow's grunting had followed her into the waking world.
"I'm just off the shops." She shouts. "Want anything?" "Wha?" The sound is a grunt, a waking snore dragged out of him by the surprise of being distracted from the telly, masquerading as words. "No, I'm fine." She rolls her eyes. "Okay. Back soon." She gets no answer so, after one last look in the… Continue reading Headscarf
Bright grey. That is my main impression of the day, once it finally pushes back the black veil of the winter night. The sun is up there somewhere, but diffused through that bleak haze you get when there’s no rain coming but it’s not about to brighten up either.