I waited patiently, veiled in frosty shadow, as Mary’s man set out for the mines. My heart drummed, nervous hands perspired; the only sound, the faintest whisper of snowflakes falling onto the cobblestones. She glanced towards the shadows; the door left ajar.
These 42 words, answering the question, ‘What time is it?‘ form my entry into this week’s yeah write Microfiction challenge.