Our hotel room had fallen into darkness. I had been so intent reliving my story for my lovely Lucy and she had been so rapt in her attention to me, that neither of us had thought to light a lamp.
A full moon, low in the sky but dimmed behind a thin veil of cloud, threw a little light into our room which gave everything an eerie glow and cast long, indistinct shadows behind every object.
Rising, I looked around in vain for a lamp.
Lucy laughed and, taking my hand, pointed out: "There's a light switch near the door."
Neville Hunt about 2 months ago