Through the candle flame and out of the barn door I saw the stars piercing the velvet night. I walked outside; snow creaked. Straight above our heads a single star shone brightest as others spiralled in silence. Your hand was warm in mine. It is time to go back in.
Written for Scottish Book Trust December 2021
Through the forest in the night blackness they crept in single file. “Turn that torch off!” he shouted, then saw the light was shining from the other man’s eyes.
Andy lifted the haggis out of the deep fryer and placed it delicately on top of the Lorne sausage piled on top of the bacon on top of the tattie scone. Two sprigs of parsley for greens. On a smaller plate, a cube of tablet. The café stood and applauded.