Winter Purity

White shrouded fields fell steeply, past part-hid drystone walls and charming styles. Streams showed off where logs, snow and relief came together to yield up intriguing displays. Occasional trees, dressed in white dinner suits, broke cover, here and there.

This was exactly how Zac remembered it. Pure. Unsullied.

He eased his day sack back further with one hand, and stepped willingly forward.

Alongside the stream, the purpled hue of the snow was alarming. A sample would reveal the extent of the horror concealed.

The attack couldn’t not be a most personal one.

They wouldn't expect a sample from today.