Here we have a little tale about survival in the biting cold
of Scotland. I can attest that it does get pretty darn cold in Scotland about
that time of the year, generally. It is a wet cold, the kind that soaks your
bones and causes your entire body to tense. Much better to stay inside and
enjoy a pint of ale.
Peter is an old guy who takes on winter work driving a snow
scrapper or if you prefer a snowplow about the roads of Scotland. There you go,
from here the story pretty mush follows that line. The horror surrounds a
threat and the question to the protagonist, fight or run. Naturally, he fights
for the honor and good of a threatened small community.
The threat comes in the way of hungry ‘beasts’ that the
biting cold has driven from their shelters to find food during this cold and
desolate time. Nothing extraordinary really and it is quite an ordinary tale.
For the reader, perhaps a nice afternoon read – if you have
Prime. Otherwise you might want to push off elsewhere.
For the writer, nothing really to glean here, except the
need to proofread. Sadly, I know all to well about that pitfall.
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