In an isolated cottage, Harriett sits by the fire hoping that the snow she sees falling past the window won't delay the arrival of her grown-up children.  

"She gave him a start at first, standing perfectly still as she was at the side of the road just inside the glow from his headlights. As if she’d just materialised there. It was a girl, about ten or so. She looked directly at him. He noticed she wasn’t wearing a coat."

"The Pale Little Girl By The Side of the Road"

by Tim Jeffreys