Thomson sat huddled by the corner of the barn, his hands and feet bound, it was totally dark in there except for the little sunlight filtering in through the keyhole. He wondered how dark it would be when

Hazel stepped out of her car, looking at the old building which held so much memories, sweet and bitter. She remembered how happy she had been here and wiped a tear, no she has to be strong, she told herself.

#ZapFic50Friday (week 13) prompt " grumble"