Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 75

He was right about the home being bare. The blanket was tan and simple, the wooden house filled with
wooden furniture. There were no flowers, pictures, or
paintings making it look like no one lived there. Angwenth never had an issue with the simplicity, to her
this was only a roof over her head. Her true home was
the forest, and the beauty of nature was her decoration.

Grey shrugged slightly. “The rumour is that he started
drinking, as far I can tell, a few years back when he
lost his job. He worked as a lumberjack, but had a few
too many fist fights and ended up getting axed, no pun
intended.” He grinned.
She knew that his pun was intended and wondered
how long he waited to use that in conversation. She
sighed. “That explains his glossed over eyes. What
about the missing dog Amelia was talking about?
Have you heard anything about that happening elsewhere?”

“True, you aren’t very feminine. Still, a few flowers-”
“Grey.” Angwenth warned.

With a shake of his head he patted her on the shoulder.
“I have not, but for you darling, I’ll ask around. See
what I can dig up with my charming smile. I’ll come
over to your place tonight to let you know what I
found. Goodbye darling.”
He blew her a kiss w