Stranger in the Night - Runner up in the JBWB literary Competition 2006 and published in The Weekly News 2007
The young boy made his way up the remote track towards the cottage on the moors. He didn't know where he was going - he just knew he had to escape.
The old lady warmed her milk and prepared for bed. She loved to hear the rain and wind battering the old cottage at this time of night in winter. She wasn't afraid. No-one would be out on the moors in weather like this...