The inside of the cottage had a damp, musty smell, as if it had been shut up for a long time. The front doorway opened into the main room of the cottage, a large fireplace at the far end of the room. A light haze of smoke hovered around the low ceiling, the grey curls swirling and eddying as Ben strode across the room and rammed the shotgun into a gun rack. A small window at the back of the room gave a view out across a small muddy yard. Beyond the yard the flat fields, overgrown with...
Published on January 22, 2012 20:13