Huddled in what was left of the tent, with the rain drum-rolling overhead, they watched the other campers clomping over fields trying to find boots, towels, wetsuits, pots, bedding and pets, as the wind played tag with them. 
When she had been married for a year Mary decided it was time to leave. From under the bed, she pulled out the suitcase packed with his savings, the black dress, a set of red silk underwear and an empty silver frame ready for the next man she would love.
Behind on the hill, the house burned with no company kept warm. A bloodstained youth struggled to drag an older man by the rope that bound them both at a single wrist. Hearing his plea for mercy, the Boy turned, stared and then walked on saying, “I remember why not”.
