The Night After Christmas

By John Hulme

Cut off in an isolated house by a very deep Christmas snowstorm, Ellen suddenly loses all electrical power and realizes that she could well freeze to death. Suddenly she hears a knock at the door and outside, in the snow, is a strange man, a strange animal with a damaged leg and a simple request to make. This short story is based on a real event and was witnessed by the author during a visit to his daughter’s house one Fourth of July. People who repair damaged animals often have interesting stories to tell. This is one of them.

*Short fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Hulme
• Release date: Nov 2, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465843654

John Hulme

John Hulme is a retired Professor, now living and writing in Florida. He was educated in England - a long time ago - and arrived on the shores of New York carrying a single suitcase and lots of ideas. He has written several hardcover science books and was an early user of the fledgling internet as a teaching tool. Before retirement he wrote a set of fictional science stories about Gregor Mendel - the person who discovered genetics, which he is now converting into ebooks. Since retirement he has started on a long-cherished writing project of historical fiction - which you may be seeing soon.

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The Night After Christmas

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John Hulme

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It was the night after Christmas when the snow and the temperature finally stopped falling. High on the hillside, a stiff walk beyond the narrow road that turned off the side road that twisted away from the rural road that came indirectly from the nearest township, Ellen picked up her three-legged dog, Fergus, and looked out of the window of her tiny farmhouse. Idly scratching the appreciative animal behind a slightly chewed ear, she watched the full moon finally reappear through the last flurry of snowflakes and cast its silver light once more upon her small corner of this very wide world.

Not that there was much to see at the moment. Everything was white and smooth. Even the wood and tall