cold pale moon light fell through the crack in the door of the cabin it was brighter than the remnants of the candle that flickered in the freezing draft the fire had long since gone out and the snow drifting under the door no longer melted it just stayed there blocking the winds way and so it only whistled through the crack in the door and still he had not come the cabin slowly grew dark and still he did not come the child no longer cried and she felt hunger eating her insides but the pain of him not coming was worse so she did not notice the darkness swallowed the tear that slipped down her cheek and was lost in the frozen night under the cold pale moon