As we raced towards the open door the light from within flickered and changed in brightness as if the room was packed full of revellers, but we were somewhat surprised when we stepped inside and looked around.
Somewhere between the clearing's edge and the open doorway the sounds of merriment disappeared and when we looked around, the room was almost deserted.
It was a welcoming place, nevertheless, and if we felt rather confused by this sudden unexpected change, we chose to ignore it in favour of the huge log fire that crackled merrily down the far end of the room.
Christopher 4 months ago
Oh dear! I would've turned and left!
Drew Martyn 4 months ago
Ha! Me too!
Neville Hunt 4 months ago
Lawks-a-mussy! Run fellas, run!
Drew Martyn 3 months ago
They won't listen, Neville, they never do!
(I'm still chuckling over your little poem and the what u-meant comment lol)
Neville Hunt 3 months ago
Pleased to raise a chuckle!😁