Alternathon short story 5:

It was a cold dark night. Fuck off. Of course it was. The books set in the fucking winter. It’s not exactly going to be t shirt and shorts weather, is it?

Mind you, it sounds better than just saying it was a typical winter night. And, I suppose in some places in the world they have daylight 24 hours at certain times of the year so you can’t really say that about those places, can you.

So, I suppose you could just write it off as poetic licence. But I think that poetic licence runs out when it comes to stating the bloody obvious.

But then, I’m strange like that. You could ask my ex wife. If you can find her. And reanimate her corpse…