Monday, December 1
Jack Frost: Part 4 – The First Night
Jim-Bean followed Howell up the slope. He looked around after the long climb.
“Wow, you’re right,” he said. “It is a beautiful view.” Jim-Bean took out a cigarette and lit it.
He tried to spark the lighter several times with no luck.
Howell brought a mini-acetylene torch to Jim-Bean’s cigarette and lit it for him.
Jim-Bean grinned at her. “You know with a pixie haircut and a bit of makeup you wouldn’t be half--”
He was cut off by a terrible howling: it wavered across the earth from some point unutterably far above, deeper and more mournful than the wind or any animal of the wild, undulating slowly over endless minutes.
A moment of silence gripped the air, and then the howling begins again, filling the night. The air grew colder, achingly cold.
“Look!” shouted Howell. [MORE]
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