This little tale has been written in a what I call a ‘synoptic prose’ style.

It was written for a Writers’ Circus challenge on the topic ‘growing darker’, set in October for our November meeting.

The clocks had changed.

Dark by late afternoon.

Dank and dismal.

Think ‘melancholy’.

Grab a hot drink.

Huddle near your log-burning stove.

Give it a try.