Black And White World

There was no power and the taps were not running. We had no food and the single telephone was dead.

It was getting colder.

This was meant to be a holiday in the middle of nowhere to get away from it all, but we were stranded now, with now way to contact anyone.

We were miles from the nearest road.

We hugged each other to share our body warmth, wrapped up in coats, gloves and hats to find some warmth and sanctuary.

This was complete guesswork, but we had each other.

We opened the door, the land was snow covered white, the sky was star-studded black with the moon shining our way.

We walked out, the snow crunching under our booted feet and we held each other's hand tightly and set off in the direction we thought was right.

There was no wind, no rain, and the snow was no longer falling.

We walked.

We saw a dry-stone wall and knew we had found a road.

When we got to the road we saw tracks, so knew there were vehicles and people about.

Then we saw, in the distance, lights.

We set off with renewed hope, our bodies seeming to generate their own warmth. We held each other's hands even tighter.

We came to the house under the moon, all the lights shining brightly.

We knocked on the door and the owner opened the door and when they saw us said:

"Oh my good, you must be frozen. Come in, come in, have a hot drink and some food and tell me what has happened"

We had found our sanctuary, took off our coats and began to warm up..