A Cool, Dark Place

Fall has come early this year with darkening skies,  scudding clouds, and barren trees. 

Ginger and I are the only ones left awake.  Everyone else remains in a deep,  moist sleep.  Whispers in the night,  encroaching vegetation—lush, thick, dark—incubating the cottage.  I rock gently with her at my feet, watching.

“Don’t worry, girl,”  I say to Ginger.  “There’s nothing out there to harm us.”

Now, we wait.