Went out at dawn to light the fire and the hearth ashes were still warm. Means one more soul in this house isn't sleeping through the night.
No one crossed the wall.
It wasn't me, I was asleep!
Thirty years at the stove. One look at the face coming through that door and I know exactly what's missing.
Went out at dawn to light the fire and the hearth ashes were still warm. Means one more soul in this house isn't sleeping through the night.

I send two cups up to the upper floor, and one always comes back down cold. First time in thirty years I've wanted to lay the table out twice.