Forbidden Fingers
John looked out the window, across the back lawn and beyond the trees at the end, into the distant horizon. He watched as the sun, second by second, bled into the night sky as it made its way into the breaking of the day. Every morning it was different, every morning there was a different feel to it, and that view, that moment of the day, was why he had brought this place, this house which now after so many years of living within, held many a memory for when he was old and grey and unable to do...