AT THE CROSSROADS

Andrew needed a walk to clear his mind as the week end away with Sara had been spoilt by some moody moments. His early morning ramble from the country retreat took him to a fork in the road. He took one direction not knowing where it led.

He walked full faced into the cobweb stretched across the broken doorway of the derelict house at the end of the track. The wet mesh startled him more than the darkness, leaving him alone and afraid.

As he disappeared beyond the creaking hinges he could hear a loving voice calling for his return.