Trapped in the milky unreality of the fog

Trapped in the milky unreality of the fog, Millie’s new love met its first challenge.

It had been an adventure at first, cloistered in the alpine hut. As they reached their planned destination that first evening, the fog was settling with the evening darkness. Millie congratulated herself on her excellent timing, her bouoyant mood raised when she found the fire set, dried logs heaped in a wooden basket and more in a shelter behind the hut.

In the tiny kitchen space, a row of tins graced a shelf,...