Shadows that Reach

Rhoda and Louis, Susan and Neville, Jinny and Bernard raced across ice floes that sliced along the way. The moon stuck its fattened belly out and taunted them as they ran. The hour jangled in the darkness. The shutters stopped. Somewhere else, music chimed in and the hearth threatened less, and less. Usually it's better never to have tried anything new in the first place, I've found.

And so our heroes suffer.