In this new story by Alex Wyatt, a man and woman get more than they bargained for on a night out in the second city.
Dark.
Darkshining outside and everywhere.
Dark through windows, alleyways and doors. Arm-in-arm, couples stroll steambreathed down Bennett’s Hill’s rainsmoothed cobbles. On Saturday, the day when the word is given. Some head home into light, into electric arms. Away from the grip of the dark.
Some.
Some hold firm in the clench.
The Lost and Found.