Filled with evocative images of the Alps and the Scottish Isles, this tale revolves around Broom, a woman seeking to come to terms with loss.
In the claustrophobic room her anger ricocheted like a bird in a box. Her mind traversed the evening, revisiting again and again every wound that had been inflicted, every broken wing. A cold sweat filmed her neck and throat. She wrapped the thin coverlet around her and tossed, groaning, in the strange house, wishing she could throttle him or shout.