Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

ice cracked on the bay.

I traced the line of the fox’s ear with my index finger, feeling the slight ridge of the ink through the glass.

The front door rattled slightly as a fresh gust of wind came off the water, but the latch held.

I walked back into the kitchen and filled the kettle with water from the tap, the pump humming in the cellar below.