The fire in the hearth was roaring, flames crackling and sending smoke up the chimney, blued and sweet into winter air. The grandchildren had gathered, a collection of elbows and knees, snaggle-toothed smiles, runny noses. Such wild children. What a collection of lovable riff-raff. They are gathered to hear a story, pulled from childish games … Continue reading The Grandfather tells stories to the coming dark